Sometimes the Rose Bowl is a super success and sometimes it's just a dud. I have to admit I had much higher expectations for my payback and hard labor. Seeing all of your collectables and clothes strewn across a 10 foot square makes you feel ill. You immediately think, "how the hell did all this fit in my place?" and then, how come my place is still cluttered, and then finally "I'm not taking this stuff back home." It's worse when old friends you haven't seen in awhile run into you (with your bleary eyes and sad day old makeup) and comment on all of your bric-o-brac with amazement. Not good wonder, but the bad back handed remarks like, "it's like a collectable show over here, is this ALL yours." Thank God it was mostly all Walden's retromania. I don't wanna take credit for too many crazy clown heads and fonz pillows. Fran made some glorious sandwiches and snacks and we fought the early am call time with some humor. Dressing like a freak-a-zoid seems to really scare off the crowds
I got this old patchwork denim skirt when I worked at Wasteland. The woman who sold it said that it belonged to her sister in the late 60's and that she used to add all kinds of patches and fabric to it before she died of cancer later in life. I've never been able to sell it.
I've waited til now to mention the WORST part of the day. THE HICKORY SMOKY BBQ booth saddled up next to us. Serious burning tri-tip meats and garlic fries cooked on gas grills pouring into our space and stinking up our stuff and ruining our game
She also had to have a pair of Red Baron airplane goggles. She said she has always wanted them. For the end of the world of course.
I felt bad that on Mother's Day I couldn't be with mine, and since I can't really brag about her enough...let's reflect on my appreciate mother post from my past- so I don't repeat myself too much:
Mother's Day Past