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Bah

I got so busy talking about the wine festival that I didn’t mention any surreal parts. Here is a recap of the day that doesn’t include what was previously blogged or tweeted about:

* It was so hot that heat waves were squiggling off the surface of not only the rocks and gravel in Innsbrook, but also off of the sweaty people. I kept rubbing my eyes to fix it, but it was an optical illusion from the heat. Either that or a hallucination. I’ll stick with the former.

* The crowd was relatively young, so they got drunk FAST. There were a couple of times when I encountered someone who was obviously tipsy (even plastered) but holding it together so well that I wanted to say “Good job. I can tell that you’re wasted, but that’s only because I am stone-cold sober. To the rest of the drunk people out here you are holding it together remarkably well. Kudos to you, Drunkface.”
* I am a suck-up to cops. I can’t decide if this is because I really respect what they’re meant to do (because I do, the idea of cops is good), because I like having armed people on my side (also true), or because I think that they might let me off easy if I get in trouble someday (me? get in trouble? never!). Luckily for me it was not hard to be extra-nice to the cops at the Wine Festival, because they were extra-nice and friendly. Innsbrook cops are awesome, as long as you’re not gettinig into trouble in Innsbrook.
* I am an old lady. Seriously. I know I mentioned my back and my sinuses yesterday, and today I have a nifty new rash on my cheeks. Regardez:

Heat rash? Nickel poisoning? Heaven only knows. Hopefully my cheeks won’t rot off before I’m able to post again…

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Holy Backache Batman!

Yesterday was pretty surreal.

Back up. A few weeks ago my good friend and ex-boss Jerome asked me to work the James River Wine Festival for him selling water. He sells water. Bottled water from an aquaphor-fed arisan well in Hanover County, VA. It’s fancy good water. Anyway. He asked me to do this for him because he had a family scheduling conflict, and he knows I’m good at working with people.

I’ve been crazy busy at work, so I actually called Jerome last week and told him that I couldn’t work both days of the weekend. In fact, I could pretty much only cover for him while he was doing what he needed to do. I felt bad, but I’m WAY behind on schoolwork and needed one day to work on that kind of stuff. I really wanted to bow out of the whole thing, but knew he really needed someone to do Saturday during the day, so I agreed to do Saturday set-up and work the festival from noon until 4 or 4:30 when he could get there. He’s been a good friend for many years and I didn’t want him to miss out on any profits.

So, imagine being the only water vendor at a wine festival on a 96 degree day. While on the one hand it feels like I was there for 100 hours, on the other hand I was so busy and the time passed so fast that I couldn’t believe it. Hauling ice, restocking coolers, and moving cases of water mean that today I can hardly move my back. Being downwind from the cigar vendor all day means that my allergies are going crazy. Plunging my hands into ice-cold water to retrieve the “coldest” bottle for a drunk reveler mean that my hand dermie is irritated and I have a hangnail on every finger. All that aside, I had a lot of fun and sold every bottle of water he left with me.

And, I was surrounded by free booze all day long and didn’t have a single drop. Mainly because I couldn’t get to it, but still…

Today I am trying frantically to catch up on schoolwork. Away I go…

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Weekend Fun

After finally finishing the forecast (budget) at work on Friday, my kind boss let me knock off an hour early and I came home and took a two-hour nap. Yum. We were going to run around, but Dwight ran around before he picked me up and BAM! Naptime for both of us.

OK. So Saturday my mom and I went to this holistic place for an ionic foot bath. Unless you don’t know what this is, it is where you put your feet in this tub of water with a little ionic machine (?) and it draws all these impurities out of your feet. It’s gross, and I still feel gross. But, better out than in, right?

So I’m off wine and soda for an undetermined period of time to see if it helps my digestion and hopefully takes a couple of pounds off me. During the forecasting/budgeting process at work I managed to gain 6 pounds. I remember fondly the days when stress made me forget to eat, rather than feel compelled to eat EVERYTHING IN SIGHT. I feel like a cow.

I might actually go on a health kick. That will constitute a whole new blog. Stay tuned, if you care and dare. The deciding factor will be taking my waist measurement and comparing it to a previous waist measurment and if it is an different I shall kick for health.

Speaking of other blogs, I think I might start a blog about being an Administrative Assistant. It’s a field with little solidarity. The trick will be to make it compelling and interesting with real-life anecdotes without telling tales about the workplace. Because I hear that is a good idea. Perhaps I will listen to stories from ‘out there’ so if you or anyone you know are Administrative People the comments are open. Give me ammo so that I don’t use my own to get fired.

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