Per Bastet Publications has done its last outdoor event. I have, anyway. Enough is enough, yeah?
I can’t say I wasn’t warned. Here is the first picture I took when I got out of the car. You can see the reflection of the GothMobile, you can see the sun, and you can see the very clear Blair Witchian run-away signifier.Then there was this bumper sticker. It actually says it’s a cat-on-a-hot-tin-roof forerunner! But did I take the hint? No, I did not.
Behind our book booth was a puppet theater, and I do mean theater! The puppets were larger-than-life-size. This one is the Spirit of the Ohio River.
But that isn’t what I want to post about. I mostly want to show you this building. Here it is from the side, showing two of those Doors to Nowhere that knock me out. Those doors are on the second story, which is a bit hidden by the wall.
So everybody kept telling me what a nice day it was, and I was roasting! I fanned myself so much, my hand and wrist were sore the next day. Saturday got rough, but Sunday started out like an inferno, no matter who said otherwise.
My partners, T and Sara, kept making me drink water, and I got some ice cream (I mean, I needed to cool down, right?) but I could find nowhere to go to really cool down. Finally, author Ginny went and spoke to Tony Acree, and he tucked me under his arm and carried me off to his van and stuck me in the air conditioning. He gave me more cold water and told me to stay there for an hour, when the festival closed. Said I was doing him a favor by cooling his car off for him.
So it looks like I’ve deliberately flirted with heatstroke for the last time. Yeah, we sold some books, and I had a whale of a good time, but I don’t have enough brains left to risk ’em.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character goes to a festival and wishes he/she hadn’t.