edenkitty

So today was the first day of the Portland Saturday Market season. This is my second season at market, but my first season as a vendor coming in on the first day. I have never felt so much like I was back in school. If you spent more than a year in one high school you probably have experienced something akin to what today was like for me. I had all the same jitters, and wanted to make sure I had on my new clothes. I was sporting a new look for my booth, and a little more edgy for me too. It was amazingly like going back to school. The more I think about it, the more it really stands up to scrutiny.

I had a secret code word that I was supposed to remember telling someone and was to tell them again. I hugged all my old friends, while we all watched the new kids going through the paces. The old hands, helping the new ones along.

I saw so many people, I got hug raped by cirque du so lame angels, I saw ninja turtles race a shopping cart, I got whistled at and cat called by a group of rather inebriated hispanic gentlemen, I ate Nepalese food, I laughed with friends, I made a little money, I got stalked by an potential suitor from online, I watched a hot circus performer and vendor fall to her knees then get up and hump my step-sister, I had my booth filmed for the news (they didn't use the footage but used footage of friends), I taught many people that a pregnant goldfish is called a twit, I laughed so hard i almost missed my number being called at fill in, I saw people from my favorite local band (circled by hounds) and found out they will be busking tommorow, I got meowed at by hot men (and women), I got complimented enough times on my boots that if I had a dollar for every time I heard it i would have made twice as much money as I did today, I had four A.M. breakfast with Vash, I got my ass grabbed by a funny funny guy, I saw the donut angel (sans donuts), I wandered around aimlessly (shamelessly),I was reminded how awesome and unusual portland is (and reveled in it), I talked some shop, I got invited to be in a shop in seattle, I brought cheer and goodwill to as many people in market as would have it, I listened to one of the hottest men in Portland sing ( american nobody), I drank tea to stay awake, I had one hell of a day, and we are open tomorrow too.