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I arrived Wednesday night so I could scope things out. I had a regular room reserved at the Hampton, and was shocked by the polite, articulate man who checked me in. It was obvious that this man was a member of a dental plan, and used it. I hoped it was a good sign. I dropped my bag off in my room, then headed back out on the town. My rusted 1998 Chrysler allowed me to move freely among the natives undetected. I checked-out the CVS, Rite-Aid, scary red gas station with the country music pumping, etc. I popped-in the Radio Shack to ask about an SD card reader for my camera, but the guy in front of me was purchasing a box of vacuum tubes and mumbling something about 'new fangled transistors.' I decided I'd just draw pictures of the things I saw and mail them to myself.
Thursday I met-up with Specific Axe Scott Pierce and Jimmy Jimmerson of Kruger Street. Jimmy gave us the latest registration printout, and we set-up the tables. I am missing a few hours in my memory after that, I can only assume that either Scott slipped me a roofie or that the strain of lifting 700 tables was too much for my uniceps and I passed out. I remember awaking in the Hampton Inn lobby, after which I switched my occupancy to the Mego Suite. I unloaded a few of my doll making supplies, and rearranged the furniture to make it more friendly for the arrival of the Thursday birds. After everyone swooped-in, we headed to the Bob Evans next door for a quick bite. There were ten of us, and the greeter kid had ten fingers. For a minute I really thought he was going to make it work, but the complex math of people and multiple tables blew a circuit. We finally ended-up located in a corner, and set out to order. It's interesting to note that the building interior was like a reverse Tardis. There were appx twelve corners, and it was somehow much smaller on the inside than the exterior would indicate. We chatted amongst ourselves, including a tantalizing debate over body hair care products with John Farley, when suddenly it was as if the heavens parted - nay, the sky was torn asunder - and we heard a booming voice declare, "I AM HERE. YOU CAN START NOW." We cowered in the presence of our Lord and Savior Austin Hough, while the West Virginians occupying the other five corners of the restaurant stared at each other with expressions of "who the f--- is that guy?"
Stay tuned for part deux..........
Thursday I met-up with Specific Axe Scott Pierce and Jimmy Jimmerson of Kruger Street. Jimmy gave us the latest registration printout, and we set-up the tables. I am missing a few hours in my memory after that, I can only assume that either Scott slipped me a roofie or that the strain of lifting 700 tables was too much for my uniceps and I passed out. I remember awaking in the Hampton Inn lobby, after which I switched my occupancy to the Mego Suite. I unloaded a few of my doll making supplies, and rearranged the furniture to make it more friendly for the arrival of the Thursday birds. After everyone swooped-in, we headed to the Bob Evans next door for a quick bite. There were ten of us, and the greeter kid had ten fingers. For a minute I really thought he was going to make it work, but the complex math of people and multiple tables blew a circuit. We finally ended-up located in a corner, and set out to order. It's interesting to note that the building interior was like a reverse Tardis. There were appx twelve corners, and it was somehow much smaller on the inside than the exterior would indicate. We chatted amongst ourselves, including a tantalizing debate over body hair care products with John Farley, when suddenly it was as if the heavens parted - nay, the sky was torn asunder - and we heard a booming voice declare, "I AM HERE. YOU CAN START NOW." We cowered in the presence of our Lord and Savior Austin Hough, while the West Virginians occupying the other five corners of the restaurant stared at each other with expressions of "who the f--- is that guy?"
Stay tuned for part deux..........
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