Labor Day weekend at the fair is busy. Seriously. Busy. Crossing the street is a five minute affair of slowly tiptoeing past stroller wagons and wading through cliques of high school students. Getting into a bathroom and eating during my lunch break? Not happening.
With all these folks in attendance, Chicago Dogs has been hopping, churning out dogs and beers like airplanes emit carbon dioxide. Being a quality Chicago Dog making artissst, I happily stayed on past my shift for the evening rush. The plus side of this decision was that I enjoyed the privilege of throwing relish, cleaning mustard fiascoes and dancing to karaoke for more than ten solid hours. Honestly, I had a grand time sprinkling onions and doing the 'Chicago Dog making dance' (I must suggest to my boss that we choreograph this to the music). But after the long shift, I was wiped. Instead of stumbling home to write half-thought out post--eerily reminiscent of late Sunday night college essays--I made the executive decision to enjoy the fair while I still could and worry about the posts later.
TTFN: Ta Ta For Now
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