Carnival
I thought I had experienced sticky surfaces and sticky materials before, but they all seem downright not sticky compared to today.
At 10:00, Johanna and I went down to set up the milkshake booth. We were done by 10:05, so Johanna artfully arranged the cups in a gentle curving, color-coordinated line of fabulousness. The table was quite beautiful. So we admired it briefly and then got really hot so we sat under the table and waited for someone to see how cute we were. No one did, but we knew it in our hearts.
For the first hour the milkshake booth was equipped with 12 cartons of milk, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and the charm of its salespeople. The ice cream didn't come for an hour, but we did a decent business selling people discounted chocolate milk.
Then the ice cream came, and things got intense. The idiots at Ben and Jerry's think it's a good idea to sell and transport ice cream in cardboard boxes, which leaked and fell apart quickly. Logic was out the window. Grace was presiding over the chocolate, which was a solid block all day even though it was in the sun, while the strawberry, which was on ice, melted into the ice and caused sticky chaos.
So by 2:00 Grace and I were up to our elbows in ice cream, chopping away at it like cavemen with ice cream scoops, Johanna and I were having a race with time and fate and the strawberry ice cream, and the sun had been beating down mercilessly on us for four hours.
A little later, I unstuck myself and after some technical difficulties, I got to play my set. I had a very good time. My homies stayed, and so did quite a bunch of other people. It was a receptive crowd, and i didn't mess anything up. Mr. Crouch came up and very sincerely complimented me afterwards, as did a lot of people.
By then i was sweating like a pig, sunburned, and doing my post-concert shakes. Lizzie, Aileen and I found everyone's blenders and cleaned them as best we could. Then we hung out in the art room with Torrey and had a very artsy couple of hours. I sang and played guitar, Aileen harmonized :-), and Torrey painted while Lizzie drew Torrey.
So here I am, with a pronounced trucker tan, but I'm clean again, and that's what matters.
At 10:00, Johanna and I went down to set up the milkshake booth. We were done by 10:05, so Johanna artfully arranged the cups in a gentle curving, color-coordinated line of fabulousness. The table was quite beautiful. So we admired it briefly and then got really hot so we sat under the table and waited for someone to see how cute we were. No one did, but we knew it in our hearts.
For the first hour the milkshake booth was equipped with 12 cartons of milk, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and the charm of its salespeople. The ice cream didn't come for an hour, but we did a decent business selling people discounted chocolate milk.
Then the ice cream came, and things got intense. The idiots at Ben and Jerry's think it's a good idea to sell and transport ice cream in cardboard boxes, which leaked and fell apart quickly. Logic was out the window. Grace was presiding over the chocolate, which was a solid block all day even though it was in the sun, while the strawberry, which was on ice, melted into the ice and caused sticky chaos.
So by 2:00 Grace and I were up to our elbows in ice cream, chopping away at it like cavemen with ice cream scoops, Johanna and I were having a race with time and fate and the strawberry ice cream, and the sun had been beating down mercilessly on us for four hours.
A little later, I unstuck myself and after some technical difficulties, I got to play my set. I had a very good time. My homies stayed, and so did quite a bunch of other people. It was a receptive crowd, and i didn't mess anything up. Mr. Crouch came up and very sincerely complimented me afterwards, as did a lot of people.
By then i was sweating like a pig, sunburned, and doing my post-concert shakes. Lizzie, Aileen and I found everyone's blenders and cleaned them as best we could. Then we hung out in the art room with Torrey and had a very artsy couple of hours. I sang and played guitar, Aileen harmonized :-), and Torrey painted while Lizzie drew Torrey.
So here I am, with a pronounced trucker tan, but I'm clean again, and that's what matters.