Fireworks Duty

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I have found a foolproof way to win at Hangman. Poor Kail never stood a chance against this word.

Sidewalk chalk takes me back. Way back.

Note to self: When you have fireworks duty and are told to meet at Dogwood Allee at 9:00 PM, don't assume you can just walk into the gardens and ask where Dogwood Allee is. I asked an intern, 3 security guards, 2 VSAs, a facilities guy, and 2 gardeners. How is it that 9 different people, 6 of which had radios, had no idea where the huge line of dogwoods are in the gardens? Oi vey. After about 45 minutes, Victor came to the rescue, and we watched the fireworks together before they wisked me away to the back of the property to pick up caps. Within 5 minutes of meeting Brian from facilities, I knew his entire life story including the girl he met from Kentucky, his engaged 18 year old daughter, and the fact that he recently lost 50 lbs because he wanted to see his 4 year old son grow up. He seriously didn't slow down until he had to get out the Billy Goat, but even then he was trying to talk to me. The Billy Goat is loud and I have bad hearing as it is so I just nodded and smiled for the rest of the night. There's no telling what he said to me or how many times I nodded and smiled in the wrong place, but it's really just whatever. By midnight, we had all convened in the main fountain garden where I found out only guys and hardcore girls are allowed to work for fireworks duty because of the backpack blowers. Good thing I'm a weenie girl and was only given a trashcan and a cherry picker. We don't want to get overloaded or anything.

Siam Tulip