2nd Street Festival SUCCESS

We showed up late, mangled, tired, and annoyed with gallons of melting water ice and plenty of foul language. It was a sorry scene, but at least we had the ice to peddle... or so we thought. It turns out that the city won't just let any still-drunk animals sell food to the masses, so we got about two scoops deep into the first of 6 fat buckets of water ice when the Board of Health stopped by, and they weren't interested in the Phlyin' Phanatic. Instead they shut down our ice operation, effectively shattering our fund raising hopes and dreams. At this point it really wasn't looking good. We were desperate, and we needed a hero. Enter Adam "Bob Ross" Denard with a face painting kit and a pep talk. It all began when Reese got a baseball painted on his cheek.

The idea drew much criticism, but the results were undeniable. The kids and their parents just started lining up before our eyes, and all the sudden business was booming. Spidermen, butterflies, skulls, dogs, you name it. Slater made a rum run and we were back in true form, shirts were sold, faces were painted, and the masses were educated of our quest to fly (crash) into the river on the 4th of September. Camille and Bo even stepped up and painted to ease the queue that was forming in front of our table. It was glorious, and everyone wore sunglasses. By the time the rains came we had stacked $257. Frowns turned upside-down!! Zing!