Just Remembered

Of course I'm up late. Does my leg still hurt? Silly question. Not as much, though.

Last summer was possibly my last summer of working at the party store with Micah. Though we've said that for years since we started a summer job there back in 2006(?). Just watch, we'll end up there again.
Anyways. It's Special Events Alaska now but back in the good days it was the VRC(Valley Rental Center).
Long hours and ever changing work schedules. Our life was devoted to that job throughout the summer wedding season. But we enjoyed ourselves.
Kareoke in the work vans/trucks.
Recording these sessions and sending them to our boss.
Seeing fantastically filthy rich properties in backwoods Alaska.
Driving down those long dusty roads that seems like they will take us to our death.
Taco Bell runs in the middle of the night since we've been working all day.
Battling the elements to ensure that this bride will get her wedding day inside a nice warm tent.
Dancing on the long drives without our shirts.
Driving around town in a zebra costume just for advertisement.
Hiding in cardboard boxes just to jump out at my unsuspecting co workers (Some twice in the same day).
All the dirty jokes told by my boss and good friend.
Finding those silly drywall stilts and having a fantastic half n hour with Micah. Until we found out they didn't belong to our boss and frantically taking them off so the nice Hispanic man can have them before we're discovered.

These are just a few of the fabulous memories. One of them from last summer is especially funny.
On the drive between Anchorage and Wasilla we have about 45-60 minutes of drive time.
We drive a small (or big) van with a decal on the side labeling us the "Party Van" complete with bouncy houses, tents and what not.
Sometimes kids stare.
Well this day we stared back. And we kind of followed the vehicle.
Seriously this kid gave us a hardcore angry face. So we stared him down. He was definitely still in a car-seat.
Little did we know but at the helm of this particular mini van was a large black man. After about 10-15 minutes (or was it 20?) we caught the attention and annoyance of the large black man. He slowed enough to give us an angry and concerned look. To which we responded with a funny face (I think... maybe not).
Either way we trailed each other for a short while before they took an exit just south of Eagle River and waves of goodbye were exchanged.
Why don't we stare at each other while riding passenger? It's awful fun. Especially when you have a willing participant. It helps when they're 6 too.
How I enjoy remembering.