...should be right here. On this grassy plot. So where, you ask, are the rides? The freaks? The popcorn? The screaming children carrying giant teddy bears and 20-something hipsters on ironic dates?
A little backstory: I stayed up way too late last night performing my carnie duties (weird hours come with the carnie territory, so I knew what I was in for). I had that “I’m on deadline” mentality, although I paused periodically to remind myself that this was the most abstract, ephemeral type of stress: an arbitrary deadline for a project invented by people I’ve never actually met in person. But we carnies are a loyal bunch, despite our transience, so I took my job seriously. I drank some jasmine boba milk tea and read and posted like crazy.
But sometimes carnivals get rained on, and sometimes Blogger has technical difficulties and makes an illegible mess of your post. I will try again later tonight or tomorrow when I’m at home with my Word doc. Till then, let’s all go out and have some non-ephemeral, non-cyber fun. Preferably in the form of a Guinness. Or boba.