So it was Memorial day weekend when my Uncle y I headed to Portland to set up the Double Bounce y the Rock Climbing wall for the Rose Festival. Monday morning we set the wall up on the water front. The rain was drizzling and we kept slipping y sliding around. After we had finnished that my uncle drove back to Grangeville y I decided to spend some time in Portland with the family that I had there.
I met my cousin at his girlfriends house for a BBQ that day. We sat around talking y playing games. I was the oldest one there by far, since everyone else was about 17-19, well my cousin is almost 21. He left me with all of these kids that I had never met before in my life after a couple of hours to go see a movie with his girlfriend. Well I ended up going to another BBQ with the youngins that night, while also playing a round of Mini golf y finnishing off the night watching the "Man Who Knew to Little."
I talked y hung out with a girl named Steph that night and actually the next day also. First impression of her was, she seems nice y she would be fun to hang out with. After driving around with her all morning Tuesday, I wanted to shoot myself. She turned out to be completely out of it. I haven't met someone that crazy in a long time. I kept trying to find a excuse to get AWAY from her. I was saved by my cousin y her family. I had Steph drop me off at Amie's (cousin) house y I said, "Well, see you later".
Within a couple of days we started the 10 day gauntlet of working. Let me describe the workers that we had for the 10 day show.
Me: Well, ya'll know that I'll work hard y keep working no matter what.
Aunt: She's a hard worker.
Tara: She is a 15 year old girl that I wanted to slap so many times. She was on her cell phone more than she would talk y work with others. I almost broke her phone.
Nic: Was the gay kid whom my aunt y uncle knew. The first thing he told me was he didn't like little kids or talking to stangers. (Why did he work with us? I have no idea!!!)
Miranda: She's a girl that has forgone her morals y likes to party now a days. She snuck out one night to meet up with a friend from around there. I acutally caught her y gave her 30 min to get back to the house or I would have awakened my aunt. I was pissed.
The festival was fun. I met some of the coolest people ever. I made really good friends with some people that made Indian food, so they fed me about every other day for free. My aunt is a good friend owned something called "The Big Shot". It Basically is a huge sling shot that will launch you into the air (250 ft). We also had our pictures taken with a baby tiger. All in all the show was alright for us, but once we left Portland, I was so happy to get out of there.
Cherry: We arrvived in Emmett ID 2 days before the show was supposed to start, so we were able to spend time with my Grandma in Middleton before it started. Well all I can really say about Emmett is that it was super slow y super hot. Our second day at the show I was jumping a girl named Ileah, she ended up kicking me in the face on her way up. Let us say, that through that moment I met her sister Ashley. I ran the 2 mile fun run at that race y sucked it up. I ran a 12:37, so not to bad, but I took 4th.
Well we had a week off inbetween the Cherry festival y Dairy Days. I didn't go home to Grangeville because we were headed right back down to the same area 4 days later. I decided to spend time with Ashely in Emmett y my grandma in Middleton. Ashley has now become one of my really good friends. I mean it's the first person in a long time that I can actually talk to y not have the fear of being judged. I'll write more about her in another post.
Dairy Days: It was also another HOT weekend in ID. I mean it was only 95ish both days. We didn't have many people come to the show, so we pretty much sat around y read all weekend. I did finnish The Count of Monte Cristo. It was a good book.
Well the Title is a hint that I am done being a Carni. My Aunt y Uncle sold their business y I am now out of a job, y I am coming home here real soon. Pics are coming.
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