more so than the first day, despite the rather fortuitous relocation
of the bar to directly next to our booth. We bided our time, chatting
with exhibitionist neighbors (that's the right term, no?) and swiping
candy from the dish when the boss wasn't looking.
Eventually it did pick up, and the booth was buzzing for awhile with
some new faces, as well as some familiar ones, like Marlon from Warner
who was amazed to see what the booth looked like when it was not
crammed into the back of the van.
The last half an hour of the exhibiting is generally a 'perfect storm'
- attendees run around trying to get as much free stuff before closing
while the vendors try to ditch everything they can so they don't have
to travel back with it. We were giving folks 3-4 bottles at a time,
dozens of balls, and cases of pens - often to the vehement protests of
folks that 'do not need this much crap.'
Tear down began shortly after and took place in what might be record
time for us, as we were anxious(?) to get on the road. After a
miraculous packing job, we were actually able to fit everything inside
the van (including luggage which we had excluded the first time) and
sped off in search of fame and fortune in San Antonio.
I write this missive from the hole they left for me, wedged between
the door, a box of water bottles and a trashbag full of rubber
footballs, somewhere in the middle of Florida.
And it begins...
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