Pagans and Kilts

I’ll admit I didn’t actually see much of the con part of PantheaCon. I didn’t go to any seminars on “Who’s Calling: Caller ID for the Gods” or “Mirror of My Soul: Relationship as a Magickal Art”. I didn’t go to anything called a ritual or a circle. I was too damned busy selling kilts […]

I’ll admit I didn’t actually see much of the con part of PantheaCon. I didn’t go to any seminars on “Who’s Calling: Caller ID for the Gods” or “Mirror of My Soul: Relationship as a Magickal Art”. I didn’t go to anything called a ritual or a circle. I was too damned busy selling kilts all day, and I didn’t really feel like hanging around all evening just in case something dirty happened.

Maybe if I’d know which rituals would have been most likely to turn into naked romps, I’d have stayed.

But I tell you, them pagans, they buy a lot of kilts. We sold almost twice what we expected, and that with a short staff at the booth an a shortage of larger kilt sizes.

It was a really different venue than what I’m used to working. I’m used to being outside, in a street or street-like area. I’m used to events where people are drinking. I’m used to events where we can get loud, and where we need to work to get people into our booth.

Here, we were in a small area, inside. We didn’t need to be loud. We didn’t get to hustle people into the booth. They came to us, often faster that we could handle them. Normally we hand out business cards and work people as they walk buy, but here, everyone knew what Utilikilts are.

It was low key, and quiet, yet we were selling kilts as fast as we could go most of Saturday.

I’d work this event again. It’s fun to work close to home for once, someplace where I could get in and out without a long trip. And it was fun pretty much running the booth. I’ve always worked with people who are in charge until now so it was a change to have to wing stuff, make stuff up and not have anyone else to ask or tell. The guy who was supposed to be running the booth had to cancel, so we spent a lot of time figuring out what to do and how to do it.

I think we did a great job on this one.

Still, I missed the drunken kilt-inspectors. Vending isn’t the same when you don’t get or give some good grope.

Hunter

I was at a used book convention yesterday, and one of the books I drooled over was a signed first edition of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. I didn’t buy it, of course, but damn, I wanted to.

Last night, the friend I’d gone book shopping with called me and said Looks liek you should have bought that after all, the value’s going to go up by tomorrow.

HUNTER S. THOMPSON: 1937-2005 Original gonzo journalist kills self at age 67

I guess it’s a gonzo way to go out. Still, not, so not what I wanted to read. I can’t quite process that yet.