Monday, December 2, 2013
I'm tired already
It was not the brightest of ideas. Let me say that again. Not. At. All.
Wednesday evening, I load in for my neighborhood arts league's two-week resident craft show. Which means I have to split my inventory, make inventory sheets and put price stickers on everything. (Generally at craft shows I have signs with prices, which means I don't have to remove stickers or tags from merchandise when I bag, but since I won't be there during much of this show, pricing has to be obvious and easy for the cashier to find). I managed to write out my inventory list today at the office, but of course I didn't have the actual form with me, so I have to rewrite it tomorrow. Bah.
Sunday. What to say about Sunday? Well, I signed up for something called Traveling Wares, which is a group of crafters who set up to sell at bars around Center City Philadelphia. They've been doing it since 1991, and I want in on the fun. Sunday from 2-7 is Dirty Frank's at 13th and Pine. I've drunk there. I've been drunk there in my time. This is a whole different view of a bar.
And Monday? Monday I'm not getting out of bed.