For last Sunday’s reptile show, we decided to drive down in one shot. By getting up at 3 a.m. instead of coming down the day before, we got less sleep in exchange for less stress, and got our Saturday back, too. But man was I tired on the drive back that night. Yesterday was essentially spent catching up on the sleep; like food and sex, sleep feels fantastic when you’ve been deprived of it for a while.
Anyway. Wasn’t a bad show. We sold a couple of ceramics and three more red-sided garters, so we came out ahead for the first time in a long while. Smaller crowds but a smaller proportion of curiosity-seekers. Some definite interest from people who I think were this close to buying, too — and I can relate, since between the rough-scaled sand boas, trinket snakes, Trans-Pecos rat snake and the pair of sauromates, I was coveting about a thousand bucks of snake meat myself.
Steve got his head shaved by raising $2,000+ for the Kawartha Turtle Trauma Centre. I didn’t take my camera, figuring that there would be plenty of shutterbugs present, but the bastards haven’t gotten round to posting theirs yet! [Edit: Here they are!]
Next up is the show in Newmarket this Saturday. We’ll get up early to drive down to it as well; I think that will be standard procedure for shows from here on in. I just need to figure out how to get to sleep: nothing like insomnia just before having to get up frickin’ early. It’s the only time I can’t get to sleep.