Our downtown festival event went very well today. My diet, not so
good. But what are ya gonna do when you're selling nothing but loaves of raw empty
carbs?
I bought several loaves of bread, including one
of Mrs. C's pecan pie bread loaves and a lemon ginger bread Mrs. A
baked that the wife had requested. Still, I didn't eat any of it. Not
right away, at least. I remained admirably faithful to the philosophy of
low-carb dieting, until about 1p, when I told Mrs. A I was going into
the depths of the festival in search of food. I was trying to be good in
my search too, but I accidentally walked by a fried apple pie booth and
the sugary little dough pockets of piping hot apples in syrup cried out
to be devoured. I burned the hell out of the roof of my mouth as
penance for eating it. It was great.
After that, I
figured what the hell, I may as well eat what I want. I finally settled
on the German-themed booth, where the sign declared that I could get
bratwurst on a hoagie roll, sauerkraut and German potato salad for $5.
Sign me up! Only after the man in the line handed me my plate with the
bratwurst and bun and a second man slapped some sauerkraut next to it did I learn THERE WAS NO GERMAN POTATO SALAD TO BE HAD AFTER ALL!!!!
"Um, where's the potato salad?" I asked the man.
"There is none. So we dropped the price by a dollar."
Well
poop on me! That was why I went in there in
the first place. After all, if I'm gonna stuff carbs in my gob, they
should at least be in tasty potato form. It had all been a clever ruse!
Bastards! (I will say, the brat and sauerkraut was very good--and I
don't even like sauerkraut.)
While I was in the
downtown area, I did get a chance to check out the location of Garin the
Comic Shop Guy's new shop. He's been in business for just about one
year as a kiosk shop in the local "mall" but even from the first day I
walked in there I thought it had potential. (Heck, just check my commentary
on it from back then.) He did some great things with the kiosk shop and
really showed how much could be done with one, but I figured that he
would trade up to better digs before long. He definitely has. This shop
is downtown central in a prime shopping location and next door to my
favorite coffee house no less. He's also sharing floor space with the
local paintball/ski/scuba guy, in a store that has plenty of room for
both. And the Billy-Mayes-Screaming-Oxy-Powered Added Bonus to
this is that the shop is located a mere two minute walk from the
"liberry" itself. This means I get to cruise on down during my break
without having to fight traffic to race across town to the "mall." I
could even go in and hang out before heading on in to work.
At the
moment, only a portion of his inventory was on display, the decorations
weren't complete and the store won't open full time until the first of
next month, but damn it's nice to have a full fledged comic shop to walk
into.
I spent the rest of my time there working the
festival booth, hockin' bread to the masses. The masses were hungry,
too. Much bread was sold.
Around 2p, I began trying to
find ways to speed the eventual teardown of the booth cause I wanted to
hit the road ASAP. The wife is doing an Emergency Room rotation in Princeton, WV and I had a bit of a drive to get there. She's living in student housing there, since her
12 hour shifts are so close together that she has no practical amount
of time to come home. If we're to see one another at all this month I
need to drive to her, and I wanted to get over there to spend as much
time with her as possible before her 7:30 p shift began. So I started consolidating the remaining bread onto as few tables as possible just to
speed things along. I must have also looked pitiful, rushing to cart
boxes and chairs and tables back up the hill, because Mrs. A let me go
at 2:30.
The wife is doing pretty good in Princeton. I think
we miss each other even more now that she's a little closer to home than Clarksburg. She's at least sharing the student house with one of our
friends from school, so she's not as lonely as she was last time she did
rotations in Princeton.
We put away quite a few more carbs of brown
food down at Ryan's. (For the record, the Princeton Ryan's is the best Ryan's
we've ever been to. The service is great, the place is consistently
cleaner than most others of its kind, the food is excellent and there's
lots of it.) She told me about some of the cool things that have
happened to her in the ER.
It was sad, though. We had
very little time to spend with each other--even less than we thought, it
turns out. She thought she was supposed to go in at 7:30p, but as we
looked at her schedule to plan our next rendezvous she noticed she was
supposed to be there at 7, a mere 10 minutes away. It was awful to have
that half hour snatched away from us like that. So I walked her over to
the hospital and said goodbye. Then I drove all the way back home again,
with my Patton Oswalt CD for company.
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