In Detroit we are set up next to the body painters. We checked out each other's set up and decided it was mutually beneficial to have each other for neighbours. They finally get power about 40 minutes after people are let in the DTE centre. Gwyn's breasts are painted free for advertising purposes. At the start of the day it worked well for both of our booths. She looks HOT with blue flames and a bat on each nipple. People who ask nicely can get their picture taken with her. People who don't ask get their cameras taken away. Gwyn is adamant that there will be no unauthorized pictures of her and goes after the impolite photographers like a rabid pit bull. I fear for her but she has a lot of experience dealing with drunken assholes left over from her stripping career. By 5pm we have 4 or 5 extra cameras. We are also finding our booth buried in drunken frat boys who are asking stupid questions as an excuse to stare at Gwyn. It gets bad enough that she puts her shirt back on and the body painters are asked to stop doing boob jobs. Security doesn't have a problem with tits, but they are having a problem with drunken frat boys.

We pack at dusk anything easily portable. Security is very nice and lets us park near the gate and cart things out with no hassles over in/out privileges. I'm so excited that we don't have to be back until about 9am the next morning. It is the only show we get much sleep for.

We go back to the Millpond and meet our hostess. She is kind, curious about what we do, and helpful in choosing a very nice Italian place for dinner. I can't say enough good things about our hosts.

We wake to enjoy a leisurely breakfast cooked to order for us by our kindly hosts. Their gentile hospitality reminds me to use the table manners my mother taught me and to not regard the silverware or food as a potential weapon. I am so proud of myself for remembering this.

We arrive at the DTE Centre at the leisurely hour of 9:30am. It is a much quieter day without any boob-painting going on next door. If you have Catherine's pattern book and plan to use it professionally I recommend that you perfect the sun/moon consort patterns. I can probably now do them in my sleep. I like the girl with the Edward Gory tattoo. K is for Kate who is killed with an axe. She likes us and we like her. She hangs out for a while to chat. Heat stroke is a problem today. The nice folks in First Aid supplied me with a few icepacks when I staggered in dizzily around 3pm. I've drunk several bottles of water but today it just isn't enough. The icepacks and the cool quiet rouse me in about 20 minutes and I take the icepacks back to share with Catherine and Gwyn. I offer the First Aid people free henna if they have time to visit us but they never were able to find the time. Dusk is approaching and once again we have no power. We drive to Stow happily looking forward to the next two days off. I am really hoping to make enough money to cover my airline ticket. It looks like it will be a close call.