Well, the BMAC wholesale show in Philadelphia almost killed me, but I am, in fact, still kicking. Set up was like working in a hothouse where the windows were glued shut - I am certain it was not actually 400 degrees with a thousand percent humidity, but it sure felt like it.
After set-up, which was terribly simple for me, as I tend to do grids and racks and no actual furniture, I went back to my hotel and discovered that not only did I not have a change of clothes (and I was desperately sweatsoaked) but I also had no book and no crochet-work to occupy myself.
The solution was to watch Billy and Mandy Save Christmas on the Cartoon Network and order a super-awesome balsamic onion pizza.
The show went well, I met some fabulous people and only one mensch of undetermined age sniffed condescendingly at my work. Everyone else agreed that I was supercool, although maybe not quite right for their little shops.
P.S. balsamic onion pizza kicks culinary tuchus
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