So a couple of weeks ago Mrs CBT asks me if I wanted to go on a float trip with some of her high school buddies. I didn’t have anything on the books so I said sure why not. Now Mrs CBT is not from around these parts as she lived in Sikeston, MO and was in the high school band. Being that my parents wanted to ensure my place in hell they sent me to an all boys high school and back in the day either you took physical education or band so I was not privy to sheet music or playing with my instrument. Anyway another all boys high school alum and I always make snide comments about band camp to Mrs CBT and his wife as well so I was looking forward to this trip and meeting her fellow band geeks.
Well it was that we were on the way up to Band Country that I found out that I was going to be the only male as it was a girls trip and other than Mrs CBT’s younger brother this trip was resembling Father Goose and his band geeks. Anyway on the trip up to the hotel one of our car mates had a bladder the size of a kidney bean and needed to pee. We pull up to a Purty gas/liquor/BBQ shop near Dexter and as the girls were peeing I was perusing the liquor selection as I may need additional booze to dull the pain. They had a shelf that read “All bottles on this shelf $2.00” and it had about 7 bottles of good white wine. I inquired if there was something wrong with the wine and a Joe Dirt hairstyle clerk informed me that they just wanted to get rid of it. After I asked her (or was it a he?) for a box I said I would take it off their hands and away we went. We arrived at the hotel and had a good time, the Current River is a great relaxed float and a lot of families go so there isn’t so much of a “Hey Man Play Freebird” factor. The band geeks were fun and it was a good weekend.
The store that pretty much had it all except for live bait
My sweet arse steal
You maybe able to take the carnie out of the carnival..
That’s how I roll!
Oh and ABD notice that I didn’t take any pics of food or something Gay like that!!!
Here is Kathy (she is matching I might add)
The Horns section of Sikeston HS Band
Girls you get my shit ready as I will be right down!
Hurry up to wait
Here we have first and second chair for the cowbell
Pipe down you weren’t even born yet when these girls were marching
Here is the Drum majorette in all her glory
Looks like we are about to start marching (or drinking)
Sorry but when I was in the 3rd grade my band teacher told me to ‘fake play’ during our recital! Yep that bad!
If she took PE rather than band then she would know how to swim.
My kind of floating (beer in one hand, camera in the other and a cigar in my mouth)
Here the first Tuba player is telling me that I should be careful that I don’t drop my camera in the lake and then………
All in all it was a good time and yes Father Goose will be back next year and I am going to bring me some bongos too!
So I got called out today by the fine folks at Main_Street_Journal for taking my sweet arse time posting BBQ pics, first of all thanks for the links but stop yelling at me! Actually Blogger.com was being a big ole Carbunkle and after some cursing I was able to upload the rest of my Memphis in May pics as a Pronto Pup worker.
After a couple days of rest we were heading into the final peg of Memphis in May being the Sunset Symphony. Sadly the Symphony does not get the same Pronto Pup sales as Music Fest but it gives us a chance to take a couple breaths and enjoy the river, the musical acts and even when they blow shit up too!
I have enjoyed the past 45 days as a chief wienie pricker for my buddies at Pronto Pup Inc and wish them well as they head to the next carnie event!
We were working on a new pronto pup cooking tool. Sadly it didn’t work all that well.
Some of my Carnie friends acting a fool (or wait are they acting????)
See what I mean by acting a fool? BTW- No one claimed that Wheel Chair from BBQ.
Big arse Barge
Oh dear, it would appear that the grease has gotten into my skin and I am now praising the pretty bridge!
If I had a 9 iron I could have hit them when they went by
Whew, got the stand set up and we are ready to go. Ok now off to explore…
That is a big arse stage you know!
Ever wondered what a tower of speakers looked like from the bottom?
Oh and when you play ‘Puff the Magic Dragon’ for a sound check, the people in Harbor Town lose their shit!
Check 1, Check 2, Check 3, Check 4
Ok we get the picture CBT!
Sorry but I have to say it!
Look KC sure does have a big ole shiny purty Ball!
KC is talking to someone about some additional equipment that he will need for Saturday’s show.
Anyone ever see that Saturday Night Live episode with Christopher Walken?
“Psst, hey dude you are on the wrong page, I sing ‘Shake your Booty’ not ‘Bootie Time’ get it right dude.”
After I delivered KC and the band some Pronto Pups before the show, it was P-A-R-T-Y time!
Hey look it is me taking a picture of people taking pictures of the fireworks!
After a little late night chair throw, it is over my friends, May is over!
Now get the hell out of my park!
Parting is such sweet sorrow!
They even tried to pack us up and send us to the next show but thankfully we escaped!
Ok, I will let you know a Pronto pup secret;
Soak your pronto pup stick in some ‘water’ so they don’t burn.
See that happy face? That is when the Gold Bond finally kicks in!
Closing the books on a great Memphis in May! See ya next year!
After a good drying out after the Beale Street Music festival I was able to chill in the park as my fellow carnies guys removed 2 of the larger stages, moved the blues tent and cleaned all of those porta poties. If you had the chance to drive by the park or spy tear down from the river walk you understand ‘this thing just doesn’t pack itself away’ and how it has to be organized, planned and then be ready for a mess up and get ready to ‘drop everything’ because it is amazing.
Anyway after some good weather we were able to flip the switch and Tom Lee park turned into “The World’s Largest Cocktail Party!” Enjoy the pics;
Goodbye Limp Bizkit stage
Still amazed that after major flooding, possible tornado, hail and all that spilled beer that the park is still in pretty good shape!
Site guys setting up the BBQ booth lines
Me and Chuck Norris having a cold one on Cinco de Mayo
Here is that wacky Nacho Cheese vendor doing his best Captain imitation
Just saying….but we had more Hispanics in Tom Lee park than at a Mexican Bullfight
Omar the Tent People as busy as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest
Day one of “Hey man I don’t care what this orange line says, I know CBT!”
Oh this is just so wrong on so many levels…
This is how they were able to send me some more Pronto Pup Batter
No he isn’t a laborer, that is my black brother from another mother Terrance at his team booth.
On a side note it was ‘cold as balls’ that day and thanks to some good advice by A.C.
“You can stay warm if you cover your feet and your Monkey!” I still have nothing to say..
Sam’s town goes Sharp
Hey look it is a Ninja!
Miss Piggy Contest
Damn Voodoo Q guys introduced me to Natty Light this month
Chilling with Spaulding of Pork U
(side note) little did we know till Saturday that we were very close to S200 who had a different type of ‘smoke’
Vendors are required to hire short bus workers so we got her a bedazzled shirt
You know being a Pronto Pup guys does have it’s advantages!
Thanks to my Red Bull boys for keeping me W-I-R-E-D during the late hours
Ahh the awards, let either the Bitching or Celebrating start
All I can say is that I was dead arse tired after BBQ yet my boss told me “If I have to drag your arse out of bed I will!” and here is proof!
Oh and English Mike, don’t worry no pics will be posted, same goes for you NYFD boys!
I think that everyone of us has in our phone contact list someone who is listed as “If I have to call them at 2AM and tell them to meet me at the corner of X and X and bring a chainsaw” they would do it. Well that is what happened to CBT back in mid April as the foam rang and the voice on the other side said “CBT we have a problem and we need you to be a carnie!”
Now in an effort not to break my own Mantra (discussing Politics, Current Events, Gun Control, Abortion and Religion) I am going to refrain from divulging my real position (porta pottie pumper outer) but really on this occasion I think that I can. You see my buddy who owns the corn dog stands number one wiener piercer went down with carpal tunnel syndrome right after South Main wing fest and my buddy was in a bind. It makes perfect sense as if you think about it who else can be a bigger pricker than CBT eh?
Anyway I reported for duty in Mid April as for those of you who have patently waited in line for 12 inches of fried love think that there is nothing to setting up a food vendor booth are very wrong. Now sadly I signed a confidentially clause so I can’t go into great detail on recipe or the process that a tube meat goes from it’s raw state to love on a skewer but there are some things that need to remain a mystery. The next couple of blog posts will be categorizing my trip down the calender during Memphis in May so sit back, grab some cotton candy and enjoy the ride.
There we are baby, set up and ready to go to sell Pronto Pups!
This kinda breaks my heart but you will notice that hit the skewer perfectly and got equal fried dough distribution too!
While we were waiting for the oil to get hot I jumped in my Corn Dog Mobile and snapped up some pics of my fellow carnies/roadies setting up for Beale Street Music Fest.
The process of building a stage is much like frying a pronto pup, it takes lots of planning and precise execution.
The show just doesn’t happen over night
Whew, thankfully my boys with Safety Quip got the porta potties up because it was kinda embarrassing peeing in the Mississippi River all the time.
I see they are bringing me some more batter and sticks.
Ah some of my fellow vendor’s are starting to arrive. How are ya Girls? Did you do something different to your hair?
The day before the storm (I mean show)
Gates about to open and the crowd is at a frenzy for my Corn Dogs!
The sky is clear (for now) and we are about to open the flood gates!
If you have seen my previous posts you know my stance on this…..
You think they are yelling for that long haired fellow who yelled obscenities but actually they were chanting “We want Corn Dogs! We want Corn Dogs!”
Aww look little baby Musicfesters!
Had to make a special delivery on stage as a certain band had it in their rider that they were to get Corn Dogs with extra mustard on stage.
All in all it was a good Musicfest and now we tear down some of the stages and get ready for the superbowl of swine!