I got invited to the Big Brothers, Big Sisters Match Party Extraordinaire and promoted in the newsletter as "Jusby and Friends". Bubble~Trouble accompanied me with her "Little Sister", and Orion came along to take pictures. When we spotted the bouncy house I had to reassign Bubble to photo duty while Orion waited for and took his turns in the bouncy house.
I'd picked up the 50 Gallon Stanley rolling tool chest that I'd been coveting. It held everything I needed and then some, but it was simply too big for the Honda Accord, so I returned it. I liked having a table space for building pies and so on, but honestly...
Once I started offering free pie-in-the-face... I didn't need any other clown supplies: face-painting, balloons, juggling, puppets, NOTHING!
My new giant pencil got used and appreciated. It especially worked well with the hatchet sharpener gag.
Successfully tore kids away from the bouncy house!
Which brings my total to 101 pied faces!
Friday, March 27, 2009 7:34 07:34:04 PM AKDT
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fcbk "Justin, Call Kate's cell! she's stuck in seattle!"
I call the number I usually use and the machine picks up. It happens to be her land line number.
Then I get a call on my cell. Her husband has tracked down my number from my fcbk profile. She begs for salvation. She's in an hour long line with a three year old. Three weeks into a one-week mission.
I go pick them up for a 3 day layover while we watch the skies using a graph similar to the recent one.
I take Kate and Ella to Rusty Cock Ridge.
I ride the pogo stick.
Kate rides the pogo.
Orion rides a Rusty Cock.
Ella rides a Rusty Cock
Kate rides a Rusty Cock.
And she crosses the Skywalker Bridge.
Kate gets the first mini-pie on April Fool's eve day.
Ella tries the pie on mommy's face.
Jackie Chan
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
- This is a Chinese name; the family name is 陳 (Chan).
Jackie Chan, SBS, MBE[1] (born Chan Kong Sang, 陳港生, on 7 April 1954) is an actor, action choreographer, film director, producer, martial artist, screenwriter, entrepreneur, singer and stunt performer from Hong Kong.
Because she's been taking classes at SPSCC, Trish found out about a show she thought we'd like and had arranged for a birthday eve date to see Nanda. She said it was juggling, martial arts, acrobatics and clowning combined.
I thought, "What the...?! You're joking me! You're kidding me! You're pulling my leg! You're yanking my chain! You're flushing my commode! Why haven't I heard of this? I'm gonna look 'em up."
She tried to convince me to wait for the surprise, and I did. I put it off until that afternoon but I found their website http://nandatown.com I could hardly wait to see them in person.
We arrived at the Minneart center with plenty of time to get a seat. In fact, it wasn't nearly as full as their talent deserved. Trish got in for free by showing her student ID. She tried to pay with a check to get us in, but the promoter wouldn't take our money. He said, "Or... just go in!" With a big smile.
It seemed that he knew we really needed to see this show.
The Mud Bay Jugglers opened for Nanda as a special treat. They put on a fantastic 20 minute set. They stuck with juggling clubs, but they kept my interest with great passing, humor and singing. They are three marvelous bearded juggling geezers with a 29 year history in Olympia. Unfortunately, in my 16 years in Olympia I've only seen them a few times and not once since I became a professional clown. I shoulda!
Mud Bay Jugglers (Note the Comedy Central Logo on Harry's Chef Coat!)
I guess it comes down to the intimidation factor. Am I a peer or a fanboy?
Then Nanda hit the stage. Talk about intimidation! These are four young ninja jugglers! They totally spoke to my Jackie Chan clown heart.
After two hours of glowing and golfing!
Orion won a free game!
Trish made a 13" beeswax candle for Orion to use every year for 13 years.
Since our regular camera had been stolen the night before I had to use the Razr phone camera to catch this shot.
All in all, the Razr phone camera has produced some pretty good pics when the Canon hasn't been available. I'm sure my next phone will do an even better job.
On his actual birthday, 3/19, Orion got to have beans & rice from El Sarape. They let him wear the sombrero, but they've discontinued taking Polaroids! For dinner he got to have orange chicken from Panda Express. For dessert, chocolate fondue with bananas, mandarins, apples, and strawberries!
Trish had bought him two more PlayMobil Dinosaur sets. I got him a 26 drawer Lego sorter, a foot operated bike/ball pump, and a small Lego Pirate set.
Now our bikes are all pumped up and so is his soccer ball.
But more importantly, his Legos are sorted!
On the way home after the field trip, Trish had to warn me that our front door was broken. She couldn't figure it out. It was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. She'd just pushed it open and it fell apart with a huge crack in the frame. We should call the landlord and get him to look at it.
We dropped her off downtown and went home.
I chalked it up to shoddy workmanship or wood rot. The house seemed normal. However, a box of mementos that usually lived on the closet shelf was on the bed, and somebody had knocked over a glass of water that had been on the floor next to the bed. Annoyed but not yet suspicious, I had a nap.
Then, I found the pdf of the manual for the camera so I could reset the auto timer to 10 seconds instead of 2 seconds. Trish had bought it from a pawn shop, and it only came with the Spanish manual, so I'd downloaded the English version. When I figured out what buttons to press I looked for the camera but didn't see it. No big deal. It was probably around somewhere.
Late that night I asked Trish to keep an eye out for it, and she did a search. She noticed more stuff missing: the video camera and portable dvd player (which was beside the bed) were gone. So was her gym bag and tennis shoes.
That night I dreamed about being trapped in a friend's house while a Grizzly Bear roamed beyond some French doors.
Goldilocks + Burglery= Bear Nightmare!
None of us handled it very well. Trish thought her final paper had been stolen. Orion was afraid of what would happen when the police came. Jusby ran off his mouth when he should've been stuffing it with his foot.
On Wednesday, we took another field trip to the Washington Center for an Olympia Junior Programs presentation. This time we saw the Storybook Theater musical version of Goldilocks and the Three Bears.
I loved it, and so did many of the kids. This is Storybook's 12th season, and they're running a tight ship.
All the actors were women, but to their credit, the kids didn't seem to notice. The bears had inflatable furniture... and inflatable fat suits. The suits were filled with helium, no less. It decreases their weight. They've also got underarm pockets with ice packs to decrease the heat.
Momma Bear's first song had some great lyrics like:
"Children should come with a clicker. Children should come with a Mute button. Children should come with an owners manual... and an 800 number!"
Both Baby Bear and Goldilocks start out as spoiled brats. Goldilocks sings a song that goes: "Manners who needs them? Manners why use them?" It is later reprised after she learns they are useful.
When Goldilocks sits in Baby Bear's little inflatable chair we discover that it's been customized with a couple of Whoopie Cushions, so instead of 'breaking' it for every performance she just deflates it... with the sound of 'breaking wind'. The kids went nuts for this!
Goldilocks, herself, had a kind of burlesque-y appeal. So sassy with hot pink socks!
When she and Baby Bear started becoming friends they played a game of "I Spy with My Little Eye" and the house lights came up so she could pick a kid with a pink shirt. Very effective and clowny breaking of the fourth wall.
They also had another interesting gimmick. They thanked their sponsor, Parent Map, by including a copy on stage that Papa Bear read and identified as such. Then Goldilocks found it... and identified... twice!
After the show, they took some questions from the audience. That's when we learned about the suits. We also learned that the set was made of Gator Foam and had been designed by a children's book illustrator.
I wish that our school had downloaded the study and activity guide for the show. It's as chock full of goodness as a bowl of porridge that's Just Right!
http://storybooktheater.org/Links/Goldil
It even tells which EALRs are covered. [that's teacher code for the goodness]
After 8 1/2 hours of clowning...
Jusby can't figure out how to change the setting on the self-timer!
Dawn has to take the pic: Jhanna, Heather, Jusby, Pauline, Heidi, and Eve.
Then Jusby gets a shot of Jhanna, Heather, Dawn, Pauline, Heidi, and Eve.
I kept coming back for more classes because I expect to learn something new. Each time I do. Although the format stays the same [interactive warm-ups and improv solos (and sometimes duos)], the esoteric connections and intimacy building is different and rewarding on levels usually unknown in conventional clowning workshops.
I imagined that I was on the path Dawn originally outlined on her website http://thesimplefool.com
Discovering the Clown Within
The Simple Fool as Performer
The Simple Fool as Artivist
But, each time I returned we used the many of the same exercises because there were always people coming for their first time. At the end of this workshop, as I was about to drive away, Dawn asked if I really wanted to 'graduate'. When I said"Yeah, sure!" she said that we'd have to plan a graduation ceremony. The alley used to have those, but new members have been so few that it hasn't seemed worth it to them. I'll have to invite them!
I'm curious what kind of commencement speech/ act I'll have to prepare, and what kind of diploma I'll recieve.
The beautiful big room at Waldorf. It might have stayed empty on a Friday night, but for a few intrepid and industrious souls who insisted that this workshop happen. Firstly, Eve (pronounced 'ev' cuz she's French-Canadian), decided that she would fly up from San Francisco just to take the class!
I told Dawn that I would publicize the heck out of it, but it didn't actually spur anyone to contact her directly. On Wednesday, Dawn called after sending out an e-mail that it would be her last workshop in Olympia.
She's planning on splitting her time between British Columbia and Switzerland. She's also planning on taking an old bus to Burning Man and possibly the Yukon!
She asked me to look into some of the legal issues around insuring a former King County City Bus. I went willingly down the rabbit hole and found that it is definitely better to convert it into a House-Bus than leave the 22 seats in.
On Friday afternoon (around 5:15) I got a call from Bubble~Trouble. She was wondering what to eat and wear before the class. She was starting to peel potatoes for soup. I told her, "No way! You don't have time for that. It starts at 6!"
I arrived and found Jhanna waiting outside the locked building. She'd accepted a personal invitation from Dawn just 45 minutes prior. Then Dawn pulled up with Eve AND Heather. It was like a clown car, spilling forth with clowns, costumes, and props.
My mood lifted enormously. I was ecstatic to be part of this epic final workshop.
Then Heidi arrived and we all started playing. After about an hour we were exhausted and meditating when Dawn went over to open a windown and saw someone else arriving.
It wasn't Bubble~Trouble at all, but Pauline.
Eventually, we all got to do the sheet exercise.
It was full of epiphanies and catharses, empty nests and crones, inflated supermen and bits of fluff. But no potato soup.
Maybe it's in the crock pot, and she'll bring it tomorrow.
Heather, Eve, Pauline, Dawn and Jhanna (not pictured: Heidi)
This weekend I did many fun things.
On Friday night, I went to "Dance Oly Dance" with Orion. Dan said that he's planning a similar show, but it will be two hours long and all techno/ electronic music. Afterwards, I felt like a celebrity when I overheard someone say "He started it" and then a young woman asked "Are you one of the managers here?" She wants to plan another similar show for the Evergreen Hip-Hop Congress with b-boys (breakdancers). I wish both projects the best of luck. [suckers!]
On Saturday, we watched the Big Comfy Couch (with Lunette the clown).
Then, I checked out the Lacey Maintenance Center as a possible meeting place for the next alley meeting. I'll have to go in person between 7:30 AM and 4:30 PM to book it, but they have over a dozen parking spaces, and they're right next to Pints and Quarts.
We also dropped off blankets at Animal Services and saw kitties, bunnies and guinea pigs for adoption. We looked at the lumber in Olympia Salvage, but it really seemed too beat up to use for Orion's loft. Next, we went to Wind-Up Here. I made a wish list for my birthday there.
In case you're wondering what an almost 40 y/o clown would like, items on the list range from trick candles to a heat sensitive shower light.
Orion got a Playmobil catalog. He wants most everything in that for his birthday, but he also wants most everything from his Lego catalog.
Then, I got my hair cut by Toni from Euphorium. She showed me a map of where she went on her honeymoon in Hawaii and tried to make me look less like Herman Munster and more like the suave, sophisticated gentleman I imagine I will be at 40.
Then, I took Orion to Rusty Cock Ridge. He played Pajama Sam and had a root beer float.
We saw Keith Jewell and his lady companion, Jessica. She's a contortionist with the Pure Cirkus and has just started working with fire fans. They've got a new show at the Triple Door in Seattle on April 28th.
Then, we visited "Uncle" Luke and hooked up the computer to his network to recover long lost data... and a bunch of new mp3s from Duckhugger's collection. I also left my S-VHS deck there for more maintenance. When it gets working I will be able to archive tapes from Kagami butoh, Infectious Waste Theatre, and the first few years of Dance O' Dance.
On Sunday, I took Orion to the Eastside Big Tom's to redeem another Free burger certificate I got on myspace. Mike's trying hard to win the Best Burger Category at http://bestofsouthsound.com and he's not afraid to bribe the voters. How does he afford it? Well, I also bought Tater Tots and a White Chocolate Passion (Raspberry) shake too.
Last, we stopped at Home Depot and priced fresh lumber. I also started coveting a Stanley 50 gallon rolling toolbox that's big enough for pies, buckets of confetti, costumes, and everything. (Retailing for only $69.97)
Finally, Trish came home from the Women's Retreat at Camp Seymour and I cooked her up enough vegetable soup for the week.
All in all, it was a fun weekend.
We inherited some furniture last July and left it to be reupholstered. It never happened, so Trish decided to reclaim it and find another guy for the job.
A client and her friends helped us get in in a truck and over to our house. Now it's taking over the office and Orion's using it to make forts.
[edit. The King drove his van over and picked up all the furniture! GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE!]
One of the friends expressed an interest in being a clown! Possible collaboration and possible client for his girlfriend's birthday party. The actual birthday conflicts with Monday's alley meeting, and he's taking her to the Olympus Day Spa. Last time he gets to go before he officially transitions! Woot! Just the kind of alternative clowns we need to spice up the alley.
Today Trish told me that I could meet the new upholsterer at his Open House. We brought Orion and Corbyn down for an adventure and snacks. They both enjoyed a vintage space game he had. We played Chess and Stratego.
Roger and Me! I'm happy to get some hummus! and a practically new couch, chair and ottoman!
Here's Trish with Roger Robel, The King of Olympia!
Trish gave out her card and I gave out mine. Then the synchronicity started flying. Roger said that a clown was coming! It was his friend Maureen. She didn't arrive before we left, but another fellow there wanted to start a clown group.
What a co-inky-dink! I'm looking for new clowns to join my group!
I gave Tim my card and he asked, "Are you the one who does the pies in the face?"
Tim was looking for something like a clown support group because the jugglers can get together; the cyclists can get together; but what about the clowns?
Well, we have an alley, and there's two meetings this month as a matter of fact. Also the NW Festival of Clowns will be in Olympia this October!
Tim's thinking of clown cops at the Artesian Well with Coke and Pepsi patches on their uniforms, checking people's names on their clipboards to grant them access to the water. Hmmm... okay. Roger says he'll be open on Arts Walk but has nothing planned yet. Hmmm. okay-OKAY!
Here's Roger's two daughters, Rocket and Lucinda cutting the ribbon outside the store, conveniently located at 206th 4th Ave near what used to be Plenty! (and is now plenty of EMPTY!). The girls don't want a clown at their birthdays. One wants a mermaid. The other wants gymnastics or bowling. The mom might want a clown.
Roger cuts the Pineapple Couch Cake made by Jesse. He's not a professional cake decorator, but he'd be willing to do a clown themed cake!
Then we all realized that no one had brought plates or forks or napkins, so we ate it with our fingers!
You could try to visit the website on Roger's card, but nothing came up for me.
http://kingofolympia.com or you could see a proto-site http://kingofolympia.blogspot.com
or just walk in, he's open for business!
For her birthday, Trish got to spend 8 hours at the Olympus Women's Day Spa (in Lakewood). It was the longest she'd stayed there in 11 years of going. It's free admission on your birthday, ladies.
Orion got picked up from school by Shannon and Cy and taken to Charlie Safari's! [Stormy did a birthday there once and described it as overwhelming!] Orion brought home a bag full of prizes. His favorite is the WHOOPIE CUSHION!
I got picked up from school by Steve Suski. [He's going to have an art show at the Minnaert in November!]
Around 7 PM Trish called and asked if we could go out for dessert. I called around to see what fancy places had cheesecake on the menu and we lucked out with Pellegrino's Tyee Grill in Tumwater.
Orion was happy to get a mini sword to go with the lime in his water. He had been bugging us about onion rings, but wasn't actually that into them. Trish was happy I suggested the Lady Godiva Martini. She also had a salad.
For dessert we had cheesecake AND creme brule.
Great service, beautiful atmosphere.
Last Sunday we went down to Johansen School of Ballet for our class with Miss Indigo Blue, headmistress of the Seattle Academy of Burlesque. The 90 minute introductory class was "The Art of the Tease". We were to learn some glove and feather boa techniques, but we got so much more out of it. I want to take the 6 week class, Burlesque 101. I'm sure my life would never be the same.
See also this trailer for "A Wink and A Smile"
She started the class with introductions. There were twelve of us. I was the only man. Most of the women had found the class through another dance community either belly dancing or pole pilates. I'd found it because Puck (from the Mentor Carnival) had posted it on Olyblog.
Miss Blue then told us how she arrived in the world of burlesque. In high school she had been "the tease" which earned her a worse reputation than "the slut". She had then spent four years stripping at the Lusty Lady.
In 2001 she went to New Orleans for the first Tease-O-Rama Burlesque convention. Although she was too late to sign up as a performer, she later considered it lucky that she was able to give her complete attention to watching all the other artists. She found that she had been part of a much larger community than she had realized.
As we got into the practical exercises I knew we would be learning from a great talent.
She started us with the major orifices: the EYES and the MOUTH.
We paired up and practiced alternating between an agressive gaze and a receptive gaze. Something like "I want you" and "Come hither". It was very powerful stuff. We learned that confidence is sexy, and that burlesque is basically creating an illusion of intimacy.
We went on to practice removing gloves. I brought my own fraying fingerless clown gloves and worked on a gag of biting my finger, and gagging and getting the frayed end stuck in my teeth.
We also worked with feather boas. I thought I might try using my tie, but it was really too short for the job and not at all fluffy. Perhaps I could use the technique with a series of knotted silk scarves.
The idea of a burlesque clown is not new, but it's transforming my image of a market niche. I'm getting lots of ideas for fans and pies.
Twilight of the Clowns by David Raffin
(the whole short story is about 9 pages, the e-book is 160 pages)
"My father was a Clown, and his father was a Clown, and his father before him," Bongo exclaimed as he balanced atop a snooker table.
"Preach on brother," shouted a short Clown named Lefty. "We be a dying breed."
Sure enough, we were a rare sight.
We were all there that day: Bongo, Lefty, Slappy, Pogo, Happy, Smiley, myself, Peterson, and the rest.
My name is Klinko. I had joined the circus at the age of sixteen, when I ran away from home to pursue my dream. It was a wild life; tramping around from town to town, eking out a living. Well, the last seven or eight years have been hard, sure; but when I got into the business fifteen years ago, the Clown was still the envy of every man. A lot of guys got into Clowning back then. Why, in the heyday about every fourth person was a Clown. Most everyone else was in some sort of a circus-based industry- even if it was only concessions. Back then, even the corner grocer knew it was to the glorious Clown that he owed his living. The circus was the gravy train; a bit of stability in the rough and tumble of life. And the Clown? He was the King! Long may he reign!
But people don't come to the circus like they used to. Bongo says the people just don't believe nowadays.
"They would rather be stockbrokers and car salesman," he would often say. "They got no soul. They just hurry, hurry, hurry- chasing after the next dollar. They got no time for fun. Why, we even have trouble keeping the few circuses that are left in carnival barkers, and you know what a glory job that used to be."
I knew it well. President? Hell, if a boy could grow up to be a carnival barker, be that he were lacking in the Clowning sciences, he would really know he had made it. Barkers got all the chicks. A fast mouth, a sense of spectacle, and a fiery spirit and you were on top of the world. You didn't make as much money as a Clown, sure; but for a guy with a poor sense of balance or an allergy to base-white it was as close as you got. And it was nothing to sneeze at, neither. Not everyone was made to be a Clown, after all. It was a gift. Hell, give a guy the smell of the greasepaint (mixed with fresh popcorn and elephant manure, of course) and any sane man is in seventh heaven.
[so after the circus closes..]
While a lot of the guys were wallowing in their depression, Slappy and myself got on doing telegrams and parties. It was demeaning work, but it allowed us to remain professional Clowns.
This was the worst time in my life. We weren't in high demand at the agency, who's specialty was really strippers, and we were sent out as gags. Mind you, we were never really wanted wherever we showed up. If we were delivering a telegram we would get cursed out and have things thrown at us when we showed up at the door. More often than not we were used as process servers: delivering subpoenas, summons, and notification of lawsuit. Slappy was once severely beaten before he could sing "happy birthday." After that we were always sent out as a pair.
We were living in a dive on sixth street when the rest of the guys were finally removed from the old circus grounds. Of course we invited them to stay with us, and so were living with twenty-two other Clowns in a one bedroom apartment with no hot water. We tried to get them on at the agency but were told that two Clowns were all that were needed, if that. The rest of the guys put out flyers advertising themselves as available for birthday parties. Birthday parties! There is nothing crueler than a child when presented with a Clown.
[eventually things really turn ugly]
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Thanks to Teacher Holly for these. Again, this was a Deluxe Visit Donation to the McLane Elementary Community to honor their 125th birthday (as an institution, not necessarily at that address or in that physical building!).
Crashing into the assembly at the bitter end to help sing Happy Birthday.
Balancing "Snowball" the white pie-rat on the medium stick
One balloon dog for 50+ kids to share! They never guessed I would talk about ancient animal sacrifice!
Here's one more (from Jen Flo of the PTSO).
That's Old Man McLane who started this whole deal!
[Still looking for another batch of pics from Teacher Julie...]
Last week I got to take a field trip to the Washington Center w/o my usual charge. It had been determined that he probably wouldn't enjoy sitting still that long. We had to leave early last year during LASER Vaudeville, much to my chagrin. This time I sat next to some first graders who were also challenged to keep to their seats for the duration.
It was another opportunity for us to see a puppet show by the Tears of Joy theater out of Vancouver, WA. This time, they put on Anansi, the Spider. Our puppeteers were Ithica and Amy (in the title role).
Afterwards they showed us some of the materials and tricks of manipulation to put on a puppet show.
The Lion puppet was dressed in kente cloth, originally a pattern designed only for royalty but now available to the public. Puppet heads had been sculpted from pink foam blocks and covered with a cloth-mâché (similar to paper-mâché but using fabric). Puppet bodies had been constructed with PVC ribs. Ithica demonstrated how the elephant came apart and was packed into one of the boxes used as a set piece. Very handy tip for cleaning up after a show.
We practiced manipulating our hands as a puppet so it appeared to be breathing, looking, coughing, and talking.
She also taught the kids how to speak from different levels for different characters.
A head voice would be used for a mature female character, for example.
A nasal voice could be a goofy character.
A throat voice could be cute or a stage whisper.
A belly voice could be used for big characters or men.
I came home to a wonderful stuffed envelope full of swag from Puck in thanks for my appearance at the "Take a Bow Carnival".
It included (in part) pencils, a ruler, stickers, keychains, bracelets, magnetic inspirational poetry, and a notepad all branded with pro-mentoring and/or anti-drug slogans.
Bunnies available from www.theteenline.org
It also included a testimonial:
"I've been a fan for a while, so I was thrilled when Jusby was able to stop by my event. Everyone loved him, they couldn't stop talking about it."
She also mentioned being devastated in a Stella Marrs "no pie?" way... and that got me to thinking that I should either give out the postcard with the kitten or design my own for those clients who opt out of the pie option.
For a $60 investment I could get a hundred of them.... OR I could reassess how I pitch the pie in the first place (and buy 60 pies). For example, I think I should proceed with the assumption that when Jusby brings a pie SOMEONE WILL GET IT!
With a self-assured air, I need to simply put that whipped topping in the pan. It's a sure bet that someone will volunteer once I start asking. With the addition of the mini pie tins I salvaged from the Big Lots Pecan Pies I can always start small and work my way up. There's a place for diplomacy, and there's a place for pie-in-the-face.
Puck's envelope did not include the spats, and I was devastated in a Scrooge McDuck kind of "I'm the SECOND richest duck!?" way.
Note the spats!
A few weeks ago I got a call to do a party on Valentine's day. My pal, Fuzzle Bumpkins had referred a SECOND lead to me. [The first lead bailed on the night of the party.] I told the woman the deal, and she told her husband the price. He made an astonished/ horrified noise in the background. She told him it was "Even less than the other guy!" and put him on to give me directions. I asked them to e-mail me. They never did. I called back the following week and got THEIR email. They still seemed like they wanted me at their function.. in Centralia, in a banquet room...
In the interval before the big day, I got ANOTHER call for a Valentine's day party. This time, my pal, Dawn Stratton had referred them. She stayed in phone AND e-mail contact with me as the day approached. It was a Bratz themed party, so I arrived in the Alice wig with a Scottish golfing hat (the kind with the pom-pom on top).
Getting ready this afternoon I started to get suspicious about the first gig and called PJ's Pizza in Centralia to see if the banquet room had indeed been booked.
It had. By another group. The manager thought the name and details about my party seemed familiar, and he found that they'd booked it for MONDAY.
I called the mom. She sounded genuinely surprised and promised to call me back. I never heard from her. I guess I need to start asking for signed contracts and deposits for banquet room parties.
The local party went well, but I could have used an assistant, so I'm asking Heather "Honey" Duke to consider joining me. She's got the hook-up for bindis and jewels and stuff at Profoundia. The kids today each went through the face painting line twice. They liked the designs on the temporary tattoos but wanted them hand painted.
I also had a lead on a "Pie Party" from Bil Fleming. He wanted to redeem his gift certificate but later decided that it wasn't quite the right occassion. Some adults were getting together to bake pies. They didn't really need me to add chaos to their intimate gathering.
For a time, I had three parties scheduled on a single day! After the first party was over I realized that I hadn't taken any pictures, and itwas looking like I wasn't going to get any, so I had Trish take the above shot to recreate the look I had on Thursday after eating all the candy at school.
In honor of National Mentoring Month, the Be The One coalition invited me to attend their Take A Bow Carnival at Komachin Middle School. I wondered how they had found me. My friend, Heather, of Profoundia, had referred me. She and I met at one of Dawn's Simple Fool classes a year ago. It seemed natural that I should call her and make sure she came along. She decided on her clown name when we reached the parking lot: "Honey".
Honey and I surround Stephanie from Big Brothers, Big Sisters.
Our initial contact was with Jennifer, also of Big Brothers, Big Sisters (Foster Care enrollment/ Match Support).
Then I got in contact with the coordinator, Puck, of Thurston County Health and Public Services, who thought she might be able to provide me with great quantities of pies and towels. Although that was later vetoed, she did then promise to give me her spats and hooked me up with some pizza... from Brewery City, no less.
Here's Adam Lee, the illustrious balloon twister. He used to clown but tired of the make-up and had an uncanny knack for the balloons. (Not pictured, his mom who accompanies him.)
Honey was excited about the cotton candy Jackie's making. Jackie gave us the word from the North Thurston school district: No Pies!
So I only brought one pie and made discrete inquiries. Then left them wanting more
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