In case you are ever wondering what Tim's definition of desperation looks like, I'll give you a little insider's peek: Being the grand poo-pa of The Festival of Lights minus the volunteers needed for everything to run smoothly causes Tim to beg groups of known merry pranksters to fill in for 'real' help. Apparently he weighed the possibilities of what might happen
with us versus what might happen without us and we won the coin toss...although I suspect that he went 2 out of 3.
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And the games begin....
....I was posted as the official greeter, with my father, Wild Joe, under the strict orders that we could not greet guests by asking to trade someone's wife for 3 goats. This conversation actually happened. Tim spoils all of the fun.
.....Meanwhile at the petting zoo....
...My brother, Dan, and Alex were put in charge, which was a serious Hail Mary to begin with. As the gatekeeper to the zoo, Dan made every. single. person. with gloves remove them before entering the zoo because, as he explained simply to hundreds of people, "The goats will eat them." This, my friends, is a complete and total fabrication. In reality, goats like eating gloves as much as they like eating people. We have no idea what led him to believe that this little factoid was true but he told the masses upon masses of people with utter conviction and there wasn't a gloved hand in the joint.
...While Dan was busy misleading the public in his corner, Alex was busy creating a whole series of ninja moves to be used on the goat seen in the photo with him. From what he's shown me, that goat woulda been toast.
....And finally, we played 'Where in the World is Crazy Dar' (aka my mother)......
My mother, whom we loving call Crazy Dar has a tendency to wander somewhat aimlessly (sorry mom, you know it's true). While 'taking tickets' she was miraculously spotted all over the festival looking a bit like this. Pay no attention to the fact that I took these photos while on duty as the official greeter. The point is that the most responsible ticket taker for the evening was my 13 year old daughter.
...And so it went..like herding cats. I wonder if Tim would ask us to work again next year or if given the coin toss he'd do 3 out of 5 next time......
