Friday, August 25, 2006

Arthur Milligan - Hung over is no way to try to write

I admit, I overdid it a bit last night. The festival runs for ten days and although I don't think that the book of 20 "tickets" I got is meant to last the entire time, I probably shouldn't have used half of them, either. I don't quite feel like complete crap, but some of my notes are almost completely illegible and other parts of the evening are kind of a blur. Which would be OK if I were attending strictly as a tourist, but I've got to churn out something worth reading.

I wonder how long they've been having this festival here without incident, because it seems almost inevitable that someone will fall off that big old pier There's plenty of security and all, but a crowd of twenty rowdy drunks often serves to camoflage the sneaky one, who slips through a crowd and then breaks his neck by going over the side and breaking his neck when he hits the beach. We've got old piers made into tourist attractions out in San Francisco, but they stick pretty close to the ground and water. This just strikes me as dangerous.

Gads, that phone's ringing again! I'm tempted to answer it, but to do that, I'd have to get the luggage out of the closet, figure out which bag it's in, and then root through someone else's things, which I really don't feel like doing. On the other hand, that may be what whoever has been calling for the last couple of days wants me to do - if he's left his phone in one of those bags, I imagine he wants it back, and he might be calling to ask me to ship it somewhere. I don't know how you leave all your luggage someplace, especially the part that includes your phone, but it seems like everyone who was here before us did. Maybe they were part of some package tour that forgot to collect their baggage. If that's the case, I'll have to find out who that company is and never use them.

Maybe I'll answer it next time. Meanwhile, I''ve got a brewer to interview.

-Art

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