WTTW III: Festival Etiquette-Bathroom

Word to the Wise: If you must use the port-a-potty at the festival, and you encounter two rows of them, we strongly advise that you use the second row. Sure, it’s a little further, which can be quite a hassle, but those extra few steps will be worth it when you’re using the facilities and you suddenly remember your grade school biology lesson about how closely connected your nose and throat are, and that when you smell something it’s very similar to eating it. We’ve included a picture in case you forgot this disturbing little factoid.

Moving

is hard

WTTW II: Festival Etiquette-Eating

Word to the Wise: If you find yourself at a festival or carnival or fair and you decide to partake in some of the deliciously destructive eating options (I’m looking at you, deep-fried Snickers with powdered sugar), do not, we repeat, do NOT lick your fingers. We know, believe us we know, that fried gooey goodness is just sitting there on your finger begging you to solve two problems (messy hands and wife/mother/other female figure who won’t let you wipe them on your pants) with one solution (licking them clean). But believe us, it’s not worth it. Your hands are beyond gross. You’ve been in a hot, sweaty mass of people and old stuff all day. Just trust us.

Periodically, we will be doling out little nuggets of advice. You’re welcome. These are things for you, the reader, to take to heart and put into practice in your daily life in order to improve your world. We call this series, Word to the Wise (WTTW).

Leaving the Beach

Well, we’re finally leaving the beach house. It’s been a really great winter here. So much fun, and so very, very productive. When we showed up here 6 months ago I couldn’t even see the light at the end of the dissertation tunnel, and I was getting rejection after rejection. Our stuff was scattered across 7 different houses in 4 different states and we had no idea where or when it was all going to come together. But at least we had the beach!

Well my oh my what a winter at the beach can do. We have a job, a house, and all of our stuff will soon be in it. This is our last weekend at the beach house. Moving day is Tuesday. We’ll be back for visits, but probably not to live again (although maybe for sabbatical?). As proof that we ALL enjoyed ourselves, I offer the following video: