Naked Gypsy

The trip to Calgary was pretty good.  I had just bought a new car, an older Honda Civic.  About the best thing you can say for it, that car is feisty.  At a purchase price of a mere $600, I did not have high hopes.  I was pleasantly surprised to find not only did I make it to Calgary, but the little car cruised along the QE2 quite nicely.  Speakers intermittently giving out music, I rolled into the drizzle  of Calgary in the early afternoon.

I was in town for the Inter-Great fundraiser.  Shawn Gravel was getting a community space off the ground, and had chosen the Scandinavian Community hall as the first event’s site.  It was quite a nice hall, and well suited to the task at hand.  I joined up with Dan of Kindred Teahouse, and vended some tea.  In the corner, I hung up a couple racks with my new pants on them.  Yes, this was the first event at which I offered my men’s dancing pants up for sale.  I hoped for at least one pair to sell, but I must admit my expectations weren’t high.  It was a small event, with possibly half the attendees being also vendors.

Well, you can imagine my delight when by the end of the night, not one but three pairs of men’s dancing pants had left my hangers!  Sure, the customers were my friends, but in this community, I know quite a few people by sight at the least.  Ok, so they were good friends, but I still don’t think they were just humoring me!  No, I am well pleased with these pants, and their potential is clearly there.  I don’t think I will have any trouble selling as many as I can make!

I had quite a nice night, seeing old friends and strengthening acquaintances.  After all was said and done, I counted the event a win, and helped Dan and Aila pack up the teahouse.  I got to spend the night in the bus, first time this year!  I imagine there will be a few more!

The day dawned socked in, raining off and on.  I wandered into the dog park with my umbrella, and found a discreet place to crouch down and relieve myself.  If the dogs can, why shouldn’t I, after all?  There is something nice about going out with the pack, and welcoming the damp day.  I shook out my skirt, scattering raindrops.  The dogs mill about, excited for the day to come, whatever that may be.  I smile in the mist.  Their enthusiasm is heartening, and infectious.