oakenguy

Oh. My. God. That. Sucked So MUCH!

But today I'm operating on the principle of "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." So I will say nice things about what I went through.

*When, every half hour, the "organizer" took a break from flirting with girls thirty years younger than him, I'm sure the order he randomly barked out made sense in his mind. I'm also sure that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, he could organize having folks get wet in a rainstorm.

*It was very cute the way the Official Bodypainters huddled in a little circle passing around their high school yearbooks and giggling. It looked like an excellent yearbook. And it was adorable how they sat in a little circle painting each others' arms and ignoring the little kids who wanted designs done.

*While sidewalk chalk and magic markers aren't traditional bodypaint, they added, um, color. I'm sure that what I was told, that "they'll wash off sooner or later", is totally accurate.

*While the flyers didn't actually contain a schedule, or much useful information at all, it was indeed vitally important to hand them out. Without a flyer, how can it be a festival?

*When the person I was there to model and perform for told me the performance started at 11, it was silly to expect her to show up before 11:30. It was also silly, when she told me she'd get me costumed as soon as she put "a few more ribbons" on the other volunteer, to expect her to be done in less than 90 minutes while I stood around in the sun. Or to expect that she'd actually BROUGHT a costume for me. Silly, silly, silly.

*This event WAS a perfect fit for the snootiest street in Boston! All the yuppies who walked past with glares on their faces were smiling on the inside! The disapproving sniff is how they show their excitement, you see.

*I got so much out of this! I learned to appreciate Pastimes much more, I got to see