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Yesterday I didn't wake up to my special car show alarm I set, and I didn't awake until Holly texted me saying she was on her way over. So I got ready super quickly, and then we got there right on time!
I really liked working Car Show this year, I was working on the Marymount side, instead of at the house, and I was with a really cool bunch of volunteers. I think I like the Marymount side better because even though I was on the very end and couldn't see anything, there's more going on. It's where collectors can bring their own cars and park on the grass and show off and they had bands, and vendors and all kinds of cool stuff. The house is just a big old house stuffed full of cars, it's like a garage sale where you can't buy anything, but just look at it all. I don't think it would be a tough decision for anyone if Car show wasn't the only day each year where the LeMay Homestead is open to the public.
I also really like working for a small organization instead of a big business, because I can make executive decisions sometimes. We made a lot of money from tickets but occasionally someone would groan about some discount that we didn't have anymore or something, and it was nice to just shut them up and give them a discount and not have to worry about getting reprimanded by some assistant manager.
So we left at like 6:30 in the morning, and I think we stayed there until about 6:30 at night, because I didn't want Sandi to have to count all the deposits herself, so Holly and I stayed behind and helped her get everything all done.
Afterward we went to the Parkway, and met up with Ryan and Renee and Pat, and looked at our auction catalog, which looks pretty cool, and makes me sort of excited about it, but it'll be a lot of work too, and it'll be nice when it's all over.
On the long walk home, I called Emma and apologized for making her mad and getting kicked out her place a long time ago, and she insisted that she wasn't mad at me, etc. and I didn't really believe her so I didn't really talk long. She's going to Oregon, so I'm sure I'll never see her again.
I should have called Emma Houseman, because it was her birthday, but I'm sure she was partying heartily, so it's probably just as fine that I didn't.
I wanted to just lay down on the sidewalk and rest a while, but really, who does that? It seemed like the beginning of a slippery slope, and I decided that once I started just laying down on the sidewalk, I probably would never not lay on the sidewalk, and have to subsist on dirty street pennies and the nourishing tears of empathetic passersby. Ha!
Finally made it home, and fell asleep, like I tend to do, width-wise across my bed, with all my clothes and the light on. I wonder if I rearranged my room if I'd pass out with a different heading...
Now it's Sunday, and I had fun wandering around the UPS bookstore which is packed with skinny little things that I've been told are the class of 2013. They did have some cool looking books though, so I might have to go back later this week. I think I was hoping to find an easel, but I bought a burrito there instead.
I'm trying to figure out what to do with the rest of this beautiful day, but I'm too gregarious and it's hard for me to think of things that are actually fun to do by myself as opposed to thinly-disguised pity parties. I guess I shouldn't be afraid to just be alone, but it sucks. I don't want to eat ice cream alone, and I don't want to go bowling by myself, but I also don't like hanging out with Scott.
Dear friends and loved ones:
Did I leave you or did you leave me?
I really liked working Car Show this year, I was working on the Marymount side, instead of at the house, and I was with a really cool bunch of volunteers. I think I like the Marymount side better because even though I was on the very end and couldn't see anything, there's more going on. It's where collectors can bring their own cars and park on the grass and show off and they had bands, and vendors and all kinds of cool stuff. The house is just a big old house stuffed full of cars, it's like a garage sale where you can't buy anything, but just look at it all. I don't think it would be a tough decision for anyone if Car show wasn't the only day each year where the LeMay Homestead is open to the public.
I also really like working for a small organization instead of a big business, because I can make executive decisions sometimes. We made a lot of money from tickets but occasionally someone would groan about some discount that we didn't have anymore or something, and it was nice to just shut them up and give them a discount and not have to worry about getting reprimanded by some assistant manager.
So we left at like 6:30 in the morning, and I think we stayed there until about 6:30 at night, because I didn't want Sandi to have to count all the deposits herself, so Holly and I stayed behind and helped her get everything all done.
Afterward we went to the Parkway, and met up with Ryan and Renee and Pat, and looked at our auction catalog, which looks pretty cool, and makes me sort of excited about it, but it'll be a lot of work too, and it'll be nice when it's all over.
On the long walk home, I called Emma and apologized for making her mad and getting kicked out her place a long time ago, and she insisted that she wasn't mad at me, etc. and I didn't really believe her so I didn't really talk long. She's going to Oregon, so I'm sure I'll never see her again.
I should have called Emma Houseman, because it was her birthday, but I'm sure she was partying heartily, so it's probably just as fine that I didn't.
I wanted to just lay down on the sidewalk and rest a while, but really, who does that? It seemed like the beginning of a slippery slope, and I decided that once I started just laying down on the sidewalk, I probably would never not lay on the sidewalk, and have to subsist on dirty street pennies and the nourishing tears of empathetic passersby. Ha!
Finally made it home, and fell asleep, like I tend to do, width-wise across my bed, with all my clothes and the light on. I wonder if I rearranged my room if I'd pass out with a different heading...
Now it's Sunday, and I had fun wandering around the UPS bookstore which is packed with skinny little things that I've been told are the class of 2013. They did have some cool looking books though, so I might have to go back later this week. I think I was hoping to find an easel, but I bought a burrito there instead.
I'm trying to figure out what to do with the rest of this beautiful day, but I'm too gregarious and it's hard for me to think of things that are actually fun to do by myself as opposed to thinly-disguised pity parties. I guess I shouldn't be afraid to just be alone, but it sucks. I don't want to eat ice cream alone, and I don't want to go bowling by myself, but I also don't like hanging out with Scott.
Dear friends and loved ones:
Did I leave you or did you leave me?