It turns out that Tubbs didn't give me a ton of free gear and the opportunity to write for them for nothing. My contract (yes, I have a contract) says I had to go to the Romp to Stomp. Oh, the sacrifices I make. Cuz, you know, I wasn't planning to go anyway.
Hehe.
After a cold night in the snow, Clara and I helped set up the Nimlock display wall (upside down, are you sure?), the tent (no, over there), the chairs (whew, got those done right), and the prize wheel (where does this bit go?). We're pros. Really.
Thankfully, we had official Tubbs employee, Miss Jackie, to help us. Her biggest contribution was tolerating me and entertaining Clara. Apparently, Clara is far more interested in hanging out with young women then me. It was bound to happen, of course, but at nine? Sigh.
We had a blast and hopefully helped out at least a little. We took off around 1:30 and headed home. But first: Starbucks. It's amazing I lasted as long as I did. I'll definitely plan for that contingency next weekend when I work the Romp to Stomp on Mt. Hood.
