
So, it all started out innocently enough. We had our best day EVER at the market. (We sold OUT, yes, EVERYTHING!) So, we decided to go have a couple of drinks. I mean, what could possibly happen?
We shuffle off to Sammy's Paddock in Holt, home of the COOLEST outdoor patio/gazebo in the area. And take a seat. Suddenly, a bass player appears from nowhere. (or, his van) hmm.
I get on my phone, and start texting our posse to get up to Sammy's immediately. People begin arriving, drinks start flowing, jokes and stories are flying all over. It's getting dark. We are still at Sammy's. Maybe we should eat something. These Long Beach Iced teas would be even BETTER with some greasy, fried bar food. MMMMMMmmmmmm bar food. We order something called the "Crowd Pleaser. Kevin and I split it. We decide to relocate to the Crystal Bar in Holt, so we pile our friends into our Station Wagon.
Next thing you know, we are GETTIN' OUR DRINK ON. Our friends are standing on the tables, we are celebrating EVERYTHING. It's all good. It's also 3am. WOOT. I better go inside to pee. Here's what I see on the bathroom wall. Heather Ott is my niece. By now, we have moved the party to the Crystal Bar. What the hell is my niece doing at the Crystal Bar. I thought she was still 7 years old. WTF??? SHE'S 22? Shit.
So, I dedide to go IN the bar for just a quick second. I see my old friend Chris, who shoots me the "PEACE and ROCK AND ROLL" signs. He is, apparently, the Guardian of the Popcorn Machine. Who, in their right mind, would want to sit next to that hot, greasy, icky popcorn machine? Chris.
...and so it went. We finally got out of there and home in one piece. Sweet bed. Sunday morning was NOT pretty, but we did manage to start re-stocking our inventory. All in all, it was a day filled with HUGE sales, a night filled with beautiful people and laughter, and a peaceful, lazy, headache-ridden Sunday.So, today is Monday, and I'm making 100 new pendants, while Kevin makes about 50 new bracelets. Rock on!










