April 18th, 2009.
It was so friggin' early, the clocks couldn't even agree on a time.
French cuffs and cufflinks. I love French cuffs... er.. freedom cuffs.
It was 6:15. You try smiling.
I intended to wander the market to take photos and finish re-coding my website. Thus, a metric fuck-tonne of stuff to carry in the Bag of Awesome.
The girlfriend (lady_fox) makes the coffee. This is key to our continued copacetic existence. Time: 620.
Off to market! We live in a real city. Can you tell?
Spring is construction season here too. We want to be just like Chicago.
Downtown by 6:50. It was sunny and 60.
Farmer's Market is a little popular around here.
On our way to set up shop, Catfish Stevens drinks his morning coffee.
Mags stops by while we wait for booth assignments. She's a local artist who makes glass beads.
These were her newest pieces.
alyska owns the booth and business that lady_fox helps run. She makes funny faces.
Her "stop doing that" face.
lady_fox and jeffreyp set up.
Booth setup is complete by 8am.
Which means it is finally time for breakfast.
I gobble up my Teddywedger and go investigate the market.
(Do not taunt happy honey guy)
She is frying cheese for samples. Don't your markets have that?
Our mustard greens are frilly. Becaues they are awesome.
By 10am, the market is PACKED and it is easy to lose people in the crowds.
By 10:30, the morning coffee has gotten to me.
After pee break and market, I set up shop at Michaelangelo's to work on my website updates.
Um, then Michalangelo's caught fire and I had to scramble to leave. Firemen were everywhere and I was so out of it from a tension headache I didn't snap any shots. Coffee Shop #2....
COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE
Pee break #2.
HOLY CRAP I FINISH THE REDESIGN and upload the new site.
Much needed after the hunching over the laptop, staring at code. Time is 1pm.
I head back to market to check on lady_fox. On the way I stop to listen to some pipe music.
She's fine. I decide to visit the veteran's museum near the booth.
Market ends and we head home. This guy has the right damn idea.
I flick off a hummer on the way to the car.
We are fat and lazy and stop for lunch.
Shoot 'Em Up. OMG so silly. Time: 4:00pm.
I get restless and go for a walk in the rain.
Then my city was taken over by aliens. I take tis shot for a photo project group at photog_xp.
I edit and upload the shot to the group.
Then I get into a self-portrait debate with hellocthulhu. The thread eventually ends with him telling me to drink more, as they tend to do.
So I bust out the scotch.
With the drunkenness comes the ordering of pizzas because we are fat and lazy.
And then do laundry? WTF? I get restless and drunk in the weirdest ways.
In a decided moment of industriousness, we prep a batch of yeasted waffles for Sunday breakfast.
And then I died. True story.