A Tale of 3 Cities...or Markets

~I'm a road-master baby and I spend my life on the road.
I'm a travelin' musician and I'm carryin' a pretty big load.
I've spent my day drivin' down the highway, and
when the show is over, I gotta do it my way.
So look out honey 'cause a road-master is on the road.~Gene Clark

Since we got back from the Greatest Show on Dirt, this could be our theme song...just scratch out the word musician and pencil in junkers.  We've scattered gravel from here to there in search of the elusive big score.  Y'all know what I'm talkin' about.  That one killer find you just gotta strap to the hood of the truck for all the world to envy see. 

This weekend won't be any different.  It's my Happy Birthday on Saturday and I'm strappin' the wheels onto my backside and climbing into the poodle seat Friday morning to see where the road...and Cat Daddy will take me.

We could head to Houston for The Urban Market.  A lot of great folks I know will be there including Miss SweetT herself.  Afterwards, we could shoot down to Galveston for dinner at Gaido's.  That sounds like a great weekend...right?

But whoa Nelly...hold your horses!

I also hear tell Fredericksburg Trade Days is having their 10 year anniversary celebration this weekend.

A party...

with live music all.day.long...

and...

50 kinds of beer in the Biergarten?

Honey...I think they're playing our song.

I was fortunate to meet Rhonda and her daughter at Zapp this past spring.  They were on hand for the Junk Gypsies Prom and stopped by my tent for a little photo-op.  They are both dolls and were just a hoot and a half to visit with.  I've been thinking this might be the perfect time to see what they're up to.

My kind of peeps. Isn't she gorgeous...with all her guns up?
Did I mention there would be an auction in the Biergarten as well?  Now y'all know The Man loves a good auction, but he tends to forget I'm around when he's yelling Y-e-e-e-p!  I might get neglected in his zest for bidding.

Decisions...decisions!

Psst!

I'm gonna share a little secret, but it's just between me and you...okie dokie?

If I had my druthers, with enough time and plenty o'moolah, I know where I'd really be heading... and that's north...or is it northwest.  Come to think of it...is it Midwest?  All I know is it's not in Texas or the South...and thank goodness Cat Daddy does all the driving.

That's right baby-cakes.  I'd be making my way to Springfield Ohio for the Vintage Marketplace.

Jon Jenkins is putting on one heckuva show.  Fabulous vendors like TOT (who I only get to see twice a year...insert sad face here)...the queen of heavy metal.  Treasure hunts, a tent dance appropriately enough called Boot, Scoot, n' Boogie (I'm thinkin' something like the JG prom minus the Texas drawl!) and Oh Mylanta...there's even gonna be Vintage Bingo.

The fun doesn't stop there...no sirree Bob.  They've planned a Blogger and Friends Pot Luck Party as well. Now if any of y'all have ever been to a blogger party,  you already know it's a treat like no other.

Oh law...for the chance to meet Kathy and Lanette face to face, person to person, junker to junker...I would seriously consider robbing a bank...or selling Cat Daddy.

If that isn't enough to keep a gal jumpin'...Folk magazine is going to be there Sharing the American Dream.  Just like the road...the fun never ends.

Oh law...why oh why couldn't I have been born rich instead of beautiful?

So here's the deal pickle.

I can't afford to go, but it's my birthday...so I got to thinkin'.  (Y'all shoulda seen the smoke signals that started!)  Instead of gettin' me some expensive doodad (like I know you're just dyin' to do) I'm thinkin' if you're anywhere close to this fabulous event...you go for me.  Pretend you're me.  It's easy.  Just run around like it's you're first time to the big city and start hugging all the folks I know who'll be there.  If I don't know 'em...just act like I do.  Grab 'em, hug 'em, and send those hugs on to me.  The only thing better than a real hug is a long distance one...and I'll take it...any day...any time.

Don't worry about actin' a fool.  Folks expect that of me.  Just stop and ask yourself..."What would Deb do"?...then just jump right in and do it.  Print my face out, glue it on a card, stick a handle on it and carry it around just as if I was there with you....'cause believe you me...I will be in spirit.  Take photos...lots and lots of photos.  C'mon...what do you say?  Make an old gal's birthday wish come true and then I won't be hangin' my head mumblin' "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to".

In the meantime, if y'all are wonderin' whichaway Cat Daddy and I'll be headin' out come tomorrow mornin'...fair warning Texas people. You best be lookin' over your shoulder!

~You never know where we'll be found.
So you better get ready,
We may be coming to your town!~Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart