The Bad Week
This is teh eevill. The week of hell in our town. It starts with the “Townie Party” on Monday night. Now we must endure the madding crowds all week. And for those who insist that Art Fair somehow pays off in the long run I ask “Who pays for all the urine and trash collection?” Me. “Who pays for the week of cleanup?” Me. “who doesn’t make a fricking dime from Art Fair?” Me. FEH.
Labels: Art, Blowin' Stuff Up, Suckitude, Walkabouts
posted by Stella Magdalen @ 7/16/2008 11:21:00 AM
8 Comments:
back in 84 was my first art fair.
i had a delicious italian sassidge with grilled peppers
onions and provolone on a nice roll.
my ONLY positive fart fare experience.
hoold yr noses a2 homies.
You are absolutely right those sammies are THE ONLY good thing at the fair. AND to make matters worse, for the past three or so years I can't find that booth. Before, it was always at the corner of Liberty and Fifth.
Can anyone school me as to where they have moved? I have to go up there every day except Sat. and I might as well enjoy the one good thing available.
"... the MADDING crowds all week ..."??? Jeezus Christ, don't you mean MADDENING crowds? Stop whining about the "awful" Art Fair crowds and visit the A2 Public Library; check out the dam, I mean damn, dictionaries please.
Oh, and ANY business that Ann Arbor and the state of Michigan can drum up in this god-awful economy is wonderful in my book!!! More sales of sausages and t-shirts in A2 means someone's paying the City of Ann Arbor a permit to be a capitalist; more funds in our city's coffers may mean, I don't know, a chance to maintain our streets and beautiful city long after the Art Fair has ended!
beautiful?
i suppose. folks in a2 seem to view the city as
a croissant (prolly a sun bakery croissant)
when in reality it is a lump of whiteflour bisquick
in the bowl of sausage gravy which is the united states of america.
but then i like sassidge gravy.
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Dear Troll,
"Far from The Madding Crowd", Thomas Hardy's 4th novel, look it up, and while you're at the library try looking up "fuck off" as well.
B,
I too occasionally enjoy a portion of sausage gravy. It has to be me own though. I don't trust others as I can't be sure they use Knight's Market sausage. Bell's Diner definitely does....
Talk about mixed feelings! I can feel the ground rumbling out here in the Adirondacks. I worked so many Fart airs that I feel a little guilty not working it. Alas, the torch has been passed to my daughter. She's working 2 different places this Fart air. I fear that this last tidbit of info may well qualify me for official Old Fart status.
I can't speak for other merchants but, When Mast was still on liberty, Fart Air was very important to us. It let us buy wacky stuff that might not go over well because, we knew it would always go during art fair. It was perfect timing for us. We needed the room in the back for new stock and getting a shot of cash during the dog days of summer was most useful. Still It DID drive us to drink. Lots of beer. Did I mention beer? I forget who first figured out that if you put your beer in one of those no spill coffee cups with a lid you could drink outside without anyone noticing. This is rapidly veering off into the category of now it can be told.......
In regards to sausage gravy.....My favorite was getting the biscuits and sausage gravy at 2 or 3 am at the cloverleaf back when they were located where the Northside is now. You remember, when they were open all night on the weekends. I don't know where they got their sausage and it probably best that the mystery remain. It went down smooth after you had been swilling beer all night........ This recollection isn't doing anything to help shed the Old Fart label. Perhaps I should quit while I'm ahead
Oh I remember the north side Cloverleaf. I remember staring at that weird little Flintsone window, not being able to actually eat, and realizing that for some things, going out to breakfast at 3am just wasn't the cure....
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