|Just how hot was it?
||[Aug. 27th, 2007|10:36 am]
Hot enough that I couldn't even spare the energy to complain about it. I know! And I'd be in heaven complaining because they're a Coke property. (Yes, I'd choose Hell if they had the Diet Dew. Plus, that's where all the cool kids go.)|
Let's see, scraping for good things to say about the weekend...I was dressed out from 7am to 8pm in that weather and remained upright the entire time. Admittedly, my duties were light -- setting up camp, keep everyone stocked with food, water, pickles, Emergen-C and cold rags, occasional interaction with patrons. But still, a Yankee with Teutonic heritage, I collect incidences of enduring hardships the way a philatelist collects stamps.
I saw some folks I haven't seen a while, but missed many more owing to being primary camp Mom for the weekend...plus there was that salt film over my eyes.
Let me apologize in advance to the Virginia Faire folks. See, I grew up in a school system with an administrator who'd spent most of his life in Maine...so the weather in Connecticut was rarely bad enough for HIM to cancel school. So, I know how obnoxious it's going to feel to hear me say "You think THIS is hot? Put those sleeves back on, this is nothing!" I give you all permission to say to me "You were right. You ARE an a*****e about this."
I stopped myself from taking my bodice to the dry cleaners last week, figuring it might need it after this past weekend -- boy, was I right! And THAT doesn't happen often, that procrastinating about a task proves me right...
I'll stop digging for good now. It's over, that's the best. Really looking forward to the rest of the season; getting out and seeing folks, playing some more.