Dear god above, thank you for the experience of the art fair. I learned many a valuable lesson. The top being, I hate art fairs. Especially ones that last from 8-10. I have also learned that I am not a gypsy, and gain resentment when there is no time for beer. I’m better suited for gelato, not sausage on a stick. Although turkey legs hold a special place in my heart. Every funnel cake in the world could not change my mind, and this will be forever true. Sun bathing remains, in my mind, a beach activity– rather than that of a parking lot.
Thank you– over and out!