May 3rd, 2009

I wandered out to the closer local flea market and found out that if I go there, it'd be something like oil and water. I'm not sure how some of the people there manage to break even let alone make money. I suppose that's really the difference between people out to clean their garages, hobbyists, and businesspersons.

The icky awful weather may have helped contribute to things, but still. If I wandered out, I'd either kick ass or do miserably.

It's only $20 for a 20 foot spot--I may have to try it out anyway once it's warmer.

I also got to see the die-hard crazies that are there when the gates open at 5am, carrying their flashlights so they can see what vendors are setting up. I saw them; I don't understand them. I was at least still up because I hadn't slept. Waking up that early on purpose is about as logical to me as jumping off a cliff sans parachute.

(But I got a neat 1854 large cent, a watch to tear apart, and a bag of flower bulbs, so it's all good.)




Four days until I leave for ACen. I've got dice bags everywhere and am gonna run out of rings soon. Hopefully I'll finish this one huge bag before I do.