We Found Carmen Sandiego!

She was in the trees.

Oh, Fair.

This year was a pretty good one. Hectic one. I miss it already.

Jumble:

-There were a lot of glowsticks, and circus people, and naked people, and funny smells.

-Stumbled across a delightful band called Wide Mouthed Masons. They have a cello.

-Stumbled across a delightful juggling trio called Jugglypuff. (Dat name.)

-Such good food. There was french toast and fruit salad and cheesecake and chicken wraps and beignets and noodles and chocolate dipped ice cream sandwiches and artichokes and lemonades of every shade. It was fucking magical.

-YOU KNOW WHAT WASN'T AS GOOD? All the motherfucking glitter.

Anyway.


There was a little too much physical contact from people I did not want to physically contact, but hey, it comes with the territory. And I'm thoroughly pleased there were no fiascos this year (like the Unintentional Shroom Ingestion of 2010).

Oh! Oh! Also, I met Chris Funk. It happened. Right outside the salad booth. I SHOOK HANDS WITH ONE OF THE DECEMBERISTS. WE CHATTED. Highlightofmylife.

And I got punched in the boob.

Fair rocks.


(Wow, this is a sloppy post.)

The point? So not ready to be back in the real world...

(You know. The one where I hang out at a theatre and bake cupcakes all day... It's a hard-knock life, yo.)