If anybody still doubts I’m living in a COVID bubble out here, Saturday morning I worked a shift in our company booth at the Kids’ Carnival in downtown Rapid City, along with Chris and Meghan.
Just the fact that we even had a Kids’ Carnival is kind of amazing. It was an elaborate affair with bounce houses, train rides, kettle corn, a basketball toss, and live entertainment. Pandemic? What pandemic?
I’m not sure how to feel about this. The events staff provided all vendors with face masks and hand sanitizer, but very few families (or even booth personnel, for that matter) were wearing them. I did. It was hot and uncomfortable, but my shift didn’t last long, and why take an unnecessary risk? I ended up cutting out early because there were three of us running the booth, but we really didn’t have the foot traffic to justify that. Meghan actually messaged me earlier and said if I wanted to skip it she and Chris would be fine on their own, but I had plans to meet up with Tara for lunch after, and I didn’t mind repping the company and socializing with those two. They’re in my top 10 list of favorite people I work with.
Then again, I only work with 10 other people…
Our county fair is also a go for next month, with certain restrictions, but some of our corporate events have been put on hold or altered. We hold an awards ceremony to honor local nurses every year, but it sounds like that might end up being a virtual event this year. And our big recycled fashion show, held every October, is probably moving to spring. So, a weird mix of normal and different.
With the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally beginning next weekend, Tara and I decided to leave town. We booked a room in Sheridan, Wyoming, and will be checking out the Bighorn Mountains. Leaving Friday afternoon, coming home on Sunday, so just a quick getaway—but it’ll help us avoid some of the madness that is Rally every year.
Every Friday I make it a point to listen to the Release Radar playlist on Spotify, a weekly collection of new music customized to the user’s tastes. This week I was surprised to discover a new song from The Go-Go’s called “Club Zero.” It’s the first new music they’ve put out in 19 years, and I have to say, it’s pretty good. The lyrics are topical; basically the group is saying they have zero fucks to give.
I loved The Go-Go’s in the ’80s (as well as Belinda Carlisle’s solo stuff), so it’s refreshing to hear them again. I also like that so many artists are releasing songs with messages about these troubling times. If you think The Go-Go’s have zero fucks to give, check out Neil Young’s “Lookin’ for a Leader 2020.”
He’s got, like, less than zero.