Well it Looks Like…
…one more good Saturday as we get close to the end of our season, so come out and have some fun! This is even better than a warm pair of underwear! Unless it’s someone else’s. In that case, no.
It also looks like not only will it be a nice day, it will be warm! Summer seems to be hanging on a little longer before it dies in an ugly death of cold, rainy, dark, miserable days when the dampness goes through you like frozen acupuncture needles pushed deep into your body like you fell through the ice in a frozen Wisconsin lake. Winters aren’t that bad…here, as we keep telling ourselves, and before we know it, we’ll be into our next season. Hurray! Just six months to go!
Soon it will be Oktoberfest, in Leavenworth, with too much beer, ridiculous bouncy music that can make any fat guy wiggle, and dried up corn hanging everywhere. If you’ve not gone, it’s fun but about as pretend-we’re-in-Germany-and-like-people as it gets! But it makes for a great drive as long as the road’s not on fire. Brats are good! Have one for me! It’s a wonderful drive!
It’s also Pacific Coast storm season and what could be better than hot chocolate while roof shingles go sailing by like fresh fallen leaves, but a lot more expensive. There is nothing like getting blown down the beach like a napkin off a table. The beach-lined homeowners love watching you walk into the wind like you’re scaling Everest.
We got a nastygram from someone who was upset that we wouldn’t let them in because their car didn’t meet the criteria. You’d all laugh. Its the usual “Do you know who I am?” that never works so well. They claimed to have other exotics, but didn’t want to bring them, cough, cough. It doesn’t matter how nice we try to be. Some still think we work for them.
We still have people who try to move cones to get in on their own and that’s an auto-ban. The gate closes at 10, we wrap up at 11, and if you leave early, we pay attention and you may not be welcome back as it’s a safety issue. In some cases, we can make arrangements if we know ahead of time. You otherwise look like a dusty old tool bag if a lot of people have to get out of the way just for you. You think they are looking at you in admiration, but no.
It’s like that train wreck you see at the airport who thinks you’re admiring them when you’re actually contemplating parade float ideas. Even an eye roll or a sudden gaze at the ceiling doesn’t change their interpretation of the moment. It’s a bit like that. Just stick around until 11 and make the world a happy place, but once it is 11, move into a parking stall or head on out slowly and without a lot of noise.
See you all on Saturday!