After all this, I come to the conclusion that there’s no way in hell that my car is making it home. I call my husband, who has towing equipment. After some snapping and bribing, he agrees to come down here and tow my car. Mom, Shanon, and Zimra go to eat dinner in shifts. I’m just not hungry. Mom brings me back some ice cream, but I don’t want it.

As the day progresses toward evening, we keep a steady flow of customers– this is actually really strange. However, we’re not complaining. We have electricity, and we keep going until the show ends.

I am so tired. I just want to go home and never get out of bed ever again.

Would I do this again? With a different demographic, yes.

Oh, my god. I am so tired. I have aged about thirty years this summer, and my cohorts have noticed.

~ Gwyn Thomas

Dragonz

Appendices

1. How to be a Booth Bitch