April 25th, 2005

Whale fluke

Tasty Nation

Being tired has much the same effect on you as being drunk. Which is a way of saying that I didn’t drink at Taste of the Nation, but I was wobbly coming home.

To paraphrase Arthur, king of the Britons, my help was very, very…helpful.

I was at Taste of the Nation from 4:30 to 10 p.m., watching over the volunteers’ bags and coats so that no one took things without permission, wandering the four floors of food stations, replenishing pitchers of water, and dumping the wine spit buckets. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Sideways, but I now know how at least one scene goes…

Plenty of smiling faces at this event (often attached to the faces of gorgeous ladies, so bonus!), and what started out a little ragged and disorganized ran just fine the rest of the night. It was all friendly. Of course, everyone’s your friend when you’re wearing a nametag, but it adds to the friendliness when you’re helping out and being productive. People gave me many “thank-you”s. I even got a hug. One woman said, “You kept popping up everywhere, whenever you’re needed!” I think she thought I was a good luck charm.

And, of course, I ate. All good food. Then, at night’s end, I helped clean up, while someone played Sleator-Kinney over the speakers to get us feeling more energetic, and that was an unexpected bonus.

Soon, sleep. Rest. And not waking up, I hope, until like 7 or 8 tomorrow.