Well, that’s it. The show is over folks. Nothing more to see here. Yesterday turned out to be alright. I took the fact that Starbucks was actually open to be a sign that the day would go well and I was not incorrect. I talked to more galleries in the first half hour of yesterday than I did in all of Monday and Tuesday combined. That all said, the show still sucked. And I know exactly why.

You see, our booth was right by the door and therefore right by the security guards. We had a new guard yesterday, one that we hadn’t seen the rest of the show, and she did not hesitate for a second to tell us how to make that money.

Our Security Guards Guide To Making That Money:

1. “Get rid of dat candy in dat dish and put some of yo’ own money dere. Money draw money.”

2. “You gotta try ’em scrove light.”

I can only assume she was referring to a strobe light. All I know is that once she had added the phrase “scrove light” to my vocabulary, it was on. Then of course I had to call Dave and tell him about it, seeing as how he had brought us the “debra, debra, debra, an’ ‘en dat dere an’ ‘en yoohoo” story. Pretty much as soon as I told him about the scrove light, it evolved quickly into an epileptic seizure inducing robot made entirely of scrove lights, a Scovot, if you will.

And the show ended and we packed all of our shit into the van and parked it for the night. Now it is morning and we must away to Knoxville. Goodbye Baltimore. I will not miss you as much as I miss Philadelphia. If only we could convince Pazo to move to Philly and then I could come do all of my favorite things in one big brotherly love swoop.

Well, Le Duke is staring at me wishing I would pack up the lappy so we could head out. Since I’m making him drive, I can’t upset him too much. Anyways, wish us good road doogies. More soon. Scrove Light. ~SC