We’re boxed in. Goddess help us, we’re almost completely surrounded by Catholics. There are two posts in the basement where the show is being held, and Carolina is afraid that firewood may be brought in. If that happens, we’re grabbing our money and leaving the soap behind. We won’t be waiting for the marshmallows and lawnchairs.

Carved wooden heads of Jesus are staring at us. I talk loudly of the Solstice celebration I will attending later that evening, and the heads silently stare at me trying to cow me into silence. Creepy.

There is a very yummy boy working in a booth across-ish from us. The girl bedside him keeps hitting on him. I want to walk over and tell her to stop flirting with my pretend boyfriend that I plan to marry and have pretend babies with. He keeps looking over at me guiltily, because he knows he’s cheating on me. Bastard. Right in front of me too. What a prick.

Look at her. The brazen hussy, making her move on my pretend boyfriend. I should just walk right over to her and pretend bitch-slap her right in to next week. The nerve. She knows he’s married to me, everyone can tell. And still she tries to break us up. Homewrecker.

A man stopped by our booth and questioned Carolina at length about our products. She answered all his questions but I think I blew whatever connection was going to happen because when he turned to me for my input I pointed to my handful of NIBS and said loudly," I’m eating candy!" And… then he left. Oops.

Pretend boyfriend update. We broke up. I just couldn’t handle watching him flirt all day. I was feeling a little depressed…until I saw my new pretend boyfriend. He bakes. We’re married.

Across from us is a guy doing magic tricks. My new pretend boyfriend and my ex pretend boyfriend both stop in front to watch him do his magic bit. They size each other up, which is funny because NPB (new pretend boyfriend) is soooo much taller than EPB (figure it out). They look each other up and down and then walk away from each other. They both look at me, and I ignore them both. After all, I’m there to sell things.