Monday, October 09, 2006
Festive
In a past life I was responsible for staffing the DCPA booth at the many festivals that take place throughout the city. I didn't realize how much I despised said responsibility until it was no longer mine. My predecessor in this task despised it as well. I now understand her elation in pawning it off on someone else.
The Denver Art Museum held the grand opening for its new building on Saturday and in celebration it was decided that the museum would stay open for 35 hours straight: from 10 AM on Saturday through 9 PM on Sunday. There was entertainment and family activities on the plaza throughout the event. The Museum asked us to host a booth with activities for kids and families from 10-5 both days. Given that attendance estimates were 35--40,000 we decided it was a good idea to participate. I'm not sure how, but somehow this booth became my responsibility. From supplies and staffing to loading and set-up it all fell to me. I won't go into too many details of the weekend, but sufficed to say: I still hate festivals. I don't like being outside to begin with so putting me outside early in the morning, with volunteers, hundreds of children, free loaders and no restroom is enough to send me to the brink of insanity.
To top it all off, Sunday was Denver's Race for the Cure--the largest in the nation. I happen to live on the race route so in order to get downtown to the art museum I had to go out of my way just to get where I was trying to go. At some point on the drive my car started acting funny, it wasn't bad enough that I felt like I needed to pull over and it got better for a minute so I proceeded to hop on 6th Ave. and hit a top speed of at least 60 before I realized that there was something very wrong. I managed to get off the highway and pulled over to see that my right rear tire was shredded; no kidding. I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't even notice it--aside from the car shaking. The real amusement of the morning was watching me try to remember back to driver's ed on how to change a tire. I managed to get the car jacked up, but couldn't get the lug nuts off. An onlooker took pity on me and helped to get the spare on. Thank God for good samaritans. Now, if only someone could've done something about the $150 pricetag that comes with a new tire.
The Denver Art Museum held the grand opening for its new building on Saturday and in celebration it was decided that the museum would stay open for 35 hours straight: from 10 AM on Saturday through 9 PM on Sunday. There was entertainment and family activities on the plaza throughout the event. The Museum asked us to host a booth with activities for kids and families from 10-5 both days. Given that attendance estimates were 35--40,000 we decided it was a good idea to participate. I'm not sure how, but somehow this booth became my responsibility. From supplies and staffing to loading and set-up it all fell to me. I won't go into too many details of the weekend, but sufficed to say: I still hate festivals. I don't like being outside to begin with so putting me outside early in the morning, with volunteers, hundreds of children, free loaders and no restroom is enough to send me to the brink of insanity.
To top it all off, Sunday was Denver's Race for the Cure--the largest in the nation. I happen to live on the race route so in order to get downtown to the art museum I had to go out of my way just to get where I was trying to go. At some point on the drive my car started acting funny, it wasn't bad enough that I felt like I needed to pull over and it got better for a minute so I proceeded to hop on 6th Ave. and hit a top speed of at least 60 before I realized that there was something very wrong. I managed to get off the highway and pulled over to see that my right rear tire was shredded; no kidding. I'm embarrassed to admit that I didn't even notice it--aside from the car shaking. The real amusement of the morning was watching me try to remember back to driver's ed on how to change a tire. I managed to get the car jacked up, but couldn't get the lug nuts off. An onlooker took pity on me and helped to get the spare on. Thank God for good samaritans. Now, if only someone could've done something about the $150 pricetag that comes with a new tire.
# posted by Molly @ 8:24 PM 
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