61.
I could have sold more.
But we ran out.
61 roses.
Thank you ALL who helped me achieve mah goal. :)
Another season bites the dust.. Literally.
God... my feet hurt, I'm fucking TIRED, I could use a shower. Some food. I feel gross. I feel like my ears are still ringing from that last round of "The Night Paddy Murphy Died...." and I'm so fucking glad to be home.
But... this year? I could have gone longer. Granted I miss two weekends cause of Pennsic. But this year. Was a fucking awesome year.
Next year? It'll be even fucking better.
See you next weekend at Cloisters ;)
I could have sold more.
But we ran out.
61 roses.
Thank you ALL who helped me achieve mah goal. :)
Another season bites the dust.. Literally.
God... my feet hurt, I'm fucking TIRED, I could use a shower. Some food. I feel gross. I feel like my ears are still ringing from that last round of "The Night Paddy Murphy Died...." and I'm so fucking glad to be home.
But... this year? I could have gone longer. Granted I miss two weekends cause of Pennsic. But this year. Was a fucking awesome year.
Next year? It'll be even fucking better.
See you next weekend at Cloisters ;)