The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

My weekend was...odd. Fun, but odd.

I had to get up god-awful early on Saturday to make it to Melyssa's house by 7AM. Turns out I could have slept in a little later, because we were stuck waiting for Alison until after 7:30. Made it up to faire around 8:30, which is where the interesting started.

Supposedly, I was supposed to pick up a pass, and I'd have no trouble getting in. There was no pass, but there was a list, and I was not on it. Yay? Not really. I disembarked to allow Mel and Ali to get on with it, waited forever, and was eventually sent to the gate farthest from the point where I was, where I was supposed to meet someone who could help me out. I walked all the way there, only to discover that the person I needed to meet wasn't there. Urk. One of the security guys was A) bored and B) took pity on me, and was in the process of walking me to the office when we found the guy I was supposed to talk to originally. Turns out that there's not one list, there are four lists, and I was on the wrong one. Then I had to determine where, exactly, the booth was, since "the dustiest part of the faire" is entirely open to interpretation when you're talking MDRF.

Finding it was actually fairly easy. I sat around a bit waiting for Steve to show up, and then learned more about the antiquities market than I ever thought possible. He had some Neat Things. Five hundred year old keys make me happy.

Business was pretty slow for him, which made me feel bad - he was paying me probably more than he could afford given the sales he had. I got to wander a bit with pictsy and talk to eleventybillion people I knew, which is always fun. I didn't get to see any shows except the ones by the booth, and I did no shopping - but had no desire to, either.

Business was slow enough that around 6 I finally took off, not wanting to make him pay me for another hour of Not Much. I...made out like a bandit, because he paid me commission, and then some extra on top of that for some reason. Nice guy. He's going to let me know if he wants me to come back next weekend - if he doesn't, I'm going to head down to Va Beach to visit with my sister before she leaves again. And inflict hibachi on her eighteen month old son. Because it will be funny.

Anyway - I spent most of the rest of my time hanging out with Mel at her beer booth, watching her flirt with Allen. That's about the time when things got...interesting. Allen was - rather upset about some personal issues. And also rather drunk. And flirty with Mel. A lot.

We stood around and talked...forever. And decided to go out to dinner. We ended up not leaving Annapolis until almost 11PM. Which means we didn't get to Mel's house until after midnight. And I didn't get home until well after 1AM. I was tired enough that I didn't think I was going to make it home for a while there - the heat on Saturday was really draining. Had to listen to loud music loudly to attempt to keep myself awake, which didn't work all that well. I was really happy that I didn't have to go back to faire on Sunday to work, because...it probably wouldn't have happened.

Herm - somehow, this isn't at all what I was planning to write. It was really a fun weekend, even if it has left me utterly and completely exhausted. Sleep is golden.

In the grand scheme of things, this is a pretty minor complaint, but...

If Buck says "General Chow's Chicken" one more time I'm going to dive over this cube wall and strangle him with the wires of the speakers that are - again - playing "We Are The World" and other such insipid tripe over and over and over...

Testy much? Why yes, I think I am!

This is just one more reason why makinglight is one of the best blogs out there.

In other news, I seem to be channelling The Bitter One today. Which is kind of fun, in a bitter sort of way. And I have this unexplicable craving for pancakes...