Gwyn is great as booth bitch/idiot sieve and gets rid of the worst of the human excrement for us. She allows absolutely no barfing in our booth. She answers the same questions endlessly until she is losing her voice. Rich, her husband helped with set up and front line. He is easy going, cheerful, and helpful. At some point we put henna in his hand and recruited him to help with the line. He is a beginner but learning fast. The next day he sets up a book of Chinese Kanji that we use for the rest of the shows. It proves quite valuable. I notice the pot smokers are much calmer and less aggressive than drunks.
If one more person asks me "do you have to know how to draw to do this?" I cannot guarantee their safety. They are looking at me working and I'm wondering what the hell they think I am doing with the cone that would indicate I wasn't drawing? I'm grateful that they ask Catherine the same question so I no it isn't just me looking untalented.
It lets up slightly so I go to lunch around 1:30pm. This is an expensive mistake. I later learn business will drop to a trickle after about 4pm. The bands people have come to see have started. Oh well, next show I know better than to take a lunch.
Earlier in the day we had power but as dusk approaches we realize that it has been removed or stolen. We stuck around only long enough for me to recover from the food poisoning that resulted from the caterer's attempt at dinner. Blossom amphitheatre has nice restrooms but I hope to never see quite so much of them again. We saw a few bands and carried our stuff out to the vehicles.
It is a short drive back to Catherine's and we are tired, euphoric and giggly. I made some money above and beyond booth costs and Gwyn's service fee. I need to be faster to do really well but I did a lot of work that I was really proud of. God I'm sore from all those lower back designs.