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The Last Hurrah Finds Love THIS SUNDAY

The Last Hurrah is returning to Maryland Ensemble Theatre this Sunday at 7pm to bring back the free comedy to cap off your month. Whether February brought an incredible Valentine’s or an incredibly disappointing Valentine’s this month’s show is sure to have something for everyone! So join us at 31 West Patrick St. Frederick MD on Sunday Feb.26, 7pm for a show unlike any other!


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The Last Hurrah RETURNS! … Sorta

The Last Hurrah will FINALLY return to the Maryland Ensemble Theatre on Jan 29th!

But first, an exclusive for our listeners!

Writers’ Night Jan 1 – The Start of The Start of The Rebellion

The Last Hurrah makes its somewhat anticipated return to the Maryland Ensemble Theatre on Sunday January 29th, so this week we bring on a new element of the podcast… Welcome to writer’s night (or a small portion of it). As we build each show, with more intensity than ever before, we will be sharing a 30 minute glimpse into The Last Hurrah’s Writer’s Night so you can see how we put a show together, tear it apart, and somehow manage to put it together again before the show goes up at the end of the month!

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This edition of the Writers’ Night podcast featured Stephen Craig, IO Duarte, Callan Holderbaum, and Robert Martin.


7 Days Until Theatre Becomes Great Again

Now that Halloween is over we can count down to something truly scary. On Nov 7th, the Maryland Ensemble Theatre will fast forward four years into the Trump Presidency with Great Again!

On Monday, November 7–Election Eve–look into the political future we would all be lucky to avoid. Great Again takes a satiric look four years deep into a Donald Trump presidency. Guided by Ben Carson we get a grand tour of the Trump’s White House, his relationship with Vladimir Putin, and the growing tension with his former nemesis, Ted Cruz. It’s Our Town for the Trump administration, and you won’t want to miss this one-time staged reading featuring Jack Evans (Donald Trump), Ray Hatch (Ben Carson), Thom Huenger (Ted Cruz), Reiner Prochaska (Vladimir Putin), Sonny Etzler (Paul Manafort), Laura Stark (Kellyanne Conway) and Isabel Duarte (Ivanka Trump).
The show is written and directed by MET Company Member Kevin Cole and can be seen on Monday 11/7 at 8 p.m. at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre. Tickets are pay what you can, so come on down and catch a glimpse of the future that hopefully won’t be.

Frederick Gets Great Again!

A while back we wrote that our Editor-In-Chief wrote a play… A post-apocalyptic Our Town for the Trump presidency. A show titled Great Again. Here’s the latest update!

Alright folks, here’s the big update about GREAT AGAIN!

Do you want to see what the world could look like four years into a Trump presidency? Do you want to see satire that goes beyond the orange hue of Trump’s skin and a bad toupee? Well you’ve got ONE CHANCE (before the election).

On Monday Nov 7th (election eve) we’ll be hosting a staged reading of Great Again at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre at 8pm! We’ve got a hell of cast that you won’t want to miss:

Donald Trump: Jack Evans
Ben Carson: Ray Hatch
Ted Cruz: Thom Huenger
Vladimir Putin: Reiner Prochaska
Paul Manafort: Sonny Etzler
Kellyanne Conway: Laura Stark
Ivanka Trump: IO Duarte

Don’t miss your chance to see what it really means to make America great again!

The Last Hurrah Interviews a Dead Guy

Start your week off right by listening to the newest Last Hurrah!


93 – Interview with a Dead Guy

This week on The Last Hurrah, the infamous tale of the man with a hook for a hand instead of a hand. PLUS we discuss the show’s past and future before pulling out a ouija board to summon the dead! Don’t miss all the exciting sex magick this show has to offer!

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Join us at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre on Sunday January 29th 2017 for a new adventure!


Regarding Last Night’s Last Hurrah

As advertised and mentioned on the show, last night was the last Last Hurrah of 2016. Two years ago we interviewed a ghost, albeit, that ghost was Andrew Michaels in a sheet, last night we interviewed a real one (depending on whether or not you trust ouija boards).

A lot has changed since we started the show in 2014. Many familiar faces have come and gone, but one thing remained about the same and that was our audience size. Hard as we tried, it was generally difficult to break double digits, which is fine when you’re starting a show but after 93 weeks, a lack of audience growth can be a little taxing. While talking to our new Managing Director at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre, I asked her about how we could grow our audience and she suggested that perhaps we did the show too much. Her recommendation: do The Last Hurrah on the last Sunday of every month, rather than every Sunday. This would be the biggest change to the show since Thom Huenger joined the show as band leader, and I was almost immediately game to change the schedule for following reasons:

  1. I had personally grown a little tired, the show didn’t feel that fresh for me anymore. There were times when I would think about the lack of audience growth and consider ending the show entirely or perhaps finding a new host to take over week after week. I love what we had created but there was a part of it that had begun to stagnate.
  2. As a result of stagnation, booking was had become the last thing on my mind, most shows featured the same batch of people based on who was in town at the time. By changing the format, we could set aside one day on our schedules, book multiple guests, possibly bigger guests and up the variety of guests and what we do with them.
  3. As far as content goes, there are a lot of elements to the show we always wanted to try but never had the chance to throw together. By performing a month-to-month basis we take more time to develop material for the show, sketches, games, all kinds of things to make the show more enjoyable.
  4. The chance to really restructure the show and find our voice. The Last Hurrah has steadily evolved over the years. If you listen to our first couple of episode and pick out some episodes from this past summer, you’ll hear a very different show. In this next 14 weeks, we hope to do some reformatting, solidifying certain elements of the show and perhaps cutting others altogether.

In taking two months off from The Hurrah and cutting back, we hope to provide you the viewer/listener with a more solid product. Something immensely funnier and, with any luck, unmissable. Tomorrow, I hope you will greatly enjoy our Ouija Board episode and that you’ll come back to join us on January 29th for a fresh new Hurrah.

Kevin Cole

Join us for the Last Last Hurrah of 2016!

Alright folks, this is it!

We know, we know… it’s not the end of December, but it’s time we take a little hiatus to retool the show. As promised we will return to the Maryland Ensemble Theatre this Sunday at 7pm but it will be THE LAST SHOW until Jan 29th 2017. No matter who is in power, we will return to bring free comedy to Frederick. So join us for one last Last Hurrah and some jokes, music and a Ouija Board!

The fun starts (and then temporarily ends) this Sunday, October 16th at 7pm at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre! Don’t miss it!


Man Stuck At Urinal for 30 Minutes due to Shyness

(FREDERICK, MD) – A local man was forced to awkwardly stand at a urinal today for 27 minutes due to his shyness of peeing in front of others. On Friday, Kurt Morrison, 26, walked into the restroom of the Maryland Ensemble Theatre in downtown Frederick expecting a quiet, relaxing bathroom experience.

“I had just seen the show on the mainstage, Bad Jews, it was great, but I really had to relieve myself,” recalls Morrison, still visibly shaken from the incident. “It was bad.”

Bad Jews, the first main-stage show for the MET in their 2016-2017 season, is about 90 minutes long with no intermission. Morrison, sitting on the end of the row, was the first to exit the theatre doors once the play was over, and headed straight for the bathroom.

“I have a ‘shy bladder.’ Meaning, it’s difficult for me to urinate around others. Once I get the stream going, it’s no problem. But I just didn’t have enough time,” says Morrison.

Unbeknownst to Kurt, Glenn Fusco also was in a hurry to the lavatory.

“I was out with friends prior to the show, [great show by the way!] and I didn’t go to the bathroom beforehand, so I was in need,” Glenn says. “I see this one guy sprint out, so I figure we’re in the same boat. But unlike him, I don’t have no problem using the bathroom with other people there. I even enjoy it when I have company!”

Kurt, as the first to arrive, opened the bathroom door and saw it was empty.

“I was relieved, and knew I could get to the urinal and not look like the weird guy standing up peeing in the stall,” says Kurt, looking ashen and ashamed. “I thought I would have more time!”

Kurt had just undone his zipper and withdrawn his trouser snake when Glenn walked in, and placed himself in front of the urinal directly to Kurt’s right.

“I froze,” Kurt recalls, looking like a deer in the headlights. “My bladder immediately seized up, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to go until [Glenn] left my line of sight. But [Glenn] is a bathroom parrot; someone who is fine being in a bathroom naked and talking. He pulled right up to me, pulled out his man-spam, and asked me about the show…it was my worst nightmare.”

The most shocking part about the story so far? The urinals had no divider between them.

“I’ll admit, it was a little weird,” says Glenn, sipping on his third mojito. “I’ve experienced it before, but not too often. I guess theatre patrons are more open to that stuff anyway, ya know? But it’s not like I was looking at his dick or nothing.”

As Glenn began to speak, Kurt couldn’t help but to begin angling his body away to the left.

“I HATE IT! … I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT!” Kurt yells as he begins to tear up. “It’s just so awkward! Why does anyone want to hold a conversation when they have their penis in their hand and are pissing into a wall? Just talk to me after if you really want to! … I couldn’t go, and yet I had to go so bad. I concentrated really hard, and used pressure to try and force the pee out, but nothing worked.”

As Glenn went on about his favorite scenes, Kurt was forced to stand there, making guttural agreement noises and trying to pretend he was still going strong.

“I’m looking down, minding my own business, trying to concentrate, and there he is, talking and waving his arms around.”

Eventually though, Glenn finished up, said “have a good night,” and left.

“He didn’t wash his hands,” Kurt recalls, noting how relieved he was to have the men’s room to himself.

But that relief was fleeting. As the rest of the theatre patrons emptied out to the corridor, more of them decided that they too would use the restrooms before leaving the theatre. As Glenn walked out, two more men walked it.

“I couldn’t go. My body wouldn’t let me as my bladder is screaming at me from the inside, saying how badly it needs to be emptied. I’m not sure if this evolution or something wrong with me.”

As one man took Glenn’s prior space, the other went into the first stall.

“I had already missed my own opportunity to use the stall, so now I was stuck here at this urinal. I thought I might be able to play the ‘ah just finished so time to wash my hands’ and see if I could keep rinsing them until these new-comers took off, but then thought maybe they would be quick.”

As Kurt waited, more men walked in.

“Now we have a crowd and a goddamn line! There’s no way I can just fake it and leave, I need to get this piss out of my body before I explode! I stood my ground.”

As the other urinals and toilets rotated occupants, Mr. Morrison became a steadfast centerpiece. Other patrons were vocally upset. “He was there for like, 5 minutes, just standing!” recollects John Kent, who has seen Bad Jews twice already. “It was ridiculous. It was literally the expression ‘piss or get off the pot’ like, we had a line of guys needing to go. There is no one who pees for that long.”

“I wasn’t giving up my spot to be forced back in line!” Kurt defends himself, his voices reaching its criscendo

For the next twenty minutes, other men came and went while Kurt stood fast. He thought he was out of the woods, when he realized more people had come into the bathroom than had left. He listened hard, and heard the unmistakable sound of someone sending text messages on their phone. Kurt still wasn’t alone.

“Normally, as long as there is no possible eye contact, I can go! But since I was already in such a state from being humiliated by standing there so long, my bladder still couldn’t release! It became hyper-shy. Meanwhile, I hear these gruntings and plops, and then by some act of god, I heard the flush. And the last man left. I was all alone, and it felt like a New York sewer system during halftime at the Super Bowl. It was a gusher.”

All alone, Kurt was finally able to shed his water weight. It went on for about two minutes, and with four shakes, Kurt was free.“It will definitely be one of most trying times in my life. Now I won’t think twice about using the stall.”

As Kurt returned to the lobby, he realized his date had left him. As of press time, she had not responded to his inquiries about a second date.

TM Scholtes

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The Last Hurrah’s Cuddle Kama Sutra

Kick off your week in style with the newest Last Hurrah in podcast form!

91 – Cuddle Kama Sutra

On this week’s Last Hurrah we cope with the loss of Brangelina, drink a little too much apple cider and explore the cuddle kama sutra.

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Join us at the Maryland Ensemble Theatre on Sunday Oct 2nd for a new adventure!

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Live Updates from The Great Frederick Fair

It’s that time of year again: The Great Frederick Fair is upon us and because we here at The Annual know exactly what you want to read, I’ve made it my duty to fill you in on exactly what goes down during Frederick Fair Day, when all the local kids get off school to go to the fair for some reason. What follows are the highs and lows of the Frederick fall kick-off, so for those of you who can’t make it, join me on the wondrous journey through the fairgrounds.

8:50am, Frederick time – Well, I’ve just parked here near the fairgrounds. I chose the lot behind the McDonalds, as there were no obvious towing signs, and no one was out yet trying to collect money. My advice is to get here early then enjoy it all!

8:55am – Walked to the main entrance, now just awaiting my turn in line. Surprisingly lively on the street – was approached twice for money. Sorry, sirs, I only have money for fairground goods! All the entrance employees are over 70 years old…

9:02am – I’m in! Nothing can ruin this day for me now. Still one of the first 100 or so people on the grounds, including the workers. None of the rides are running yet, so thankfully no kids in sight. Also most of the carnies appear to be smoking together in “clicks,” throwing wary glances at one another. I have yet to determine what differentiates these “clicks” but I have now added it to my missions for investigation during the day.

9:04am – Like every Frederick native who grew up coming to the Fair year after year, the first stop is of course the Home Arts and Crafts building. And what an amazing crop of talent Frederick has showcased this year! I always start with the photography, and it is a site to behold, especially this early in the morning. There are close up shots of cats, close up shots of dogs, far-away shots of the clustered spires, and there are even some SELF PORTRAITS IN BLACK AND WHITE! I mean, who would have thought? I mean last year, there was a close up shot of a dog in black and white, and I didn’t think it could be topped, BUT IT HAS BEEN!

9:17am – I was so satisfied with the pictures that I almost forgot to check out the handmade quilts and pottery. Normally, I would say that bowls and ceramic vases should be equal in both height and width (if we were to cut the piece in half), but these artists WENT AGAINST THE NORM! Unbelievable! Not only did we have misshapen pieces, but some of them do not even sit flat on the table they have been placed on! Brilliant!

9:22am – I have been so overwhelmed with pride and other emotion that I need to leave the art building, and head over to see the end of the Equine showcase at Gate 3! The smell of the fresh air mixed with the urine and poop-soaked hay really drives home that Frederick feel.

9:35am – What an absolutely incredible display! Such beauty combined with the raw power of these horses! And to think, it still takes hundreds of them to equal the power in my car! I would’ve assumed only in the upper twenties or so. The way they make these massive muscle beasts move so elegantly, it really reminds you of how Frederick became such a mighty beast in its own right. Our forefathers took the land they were given and made something great out of it.

9:41am – I realize the midway opens at 10am, and more and more people are filing in the gate every moment. If I don’t get in line for some of the delicious snack foods, I’ll be waiting in line the rest of the day!

9:46am – I made it! One of the new items this year (sure to be a crowd favorite) is Maryland’s own Deep Fried Crab cake! If you are coming in the main entrance, head straight and to the back right of the fairgrounds to find this one-of-a-kind treat. To really enhance your delight, you’ll be sure to pass Richardson’s Root Beer stand; do yourself a flavor and grab a root beer float to sip while you await your fried goddess of a crab-cake. My mouth is watering thinking of deep fried seafood, and I would be drooling if not for this cold float. I shiver with anticipation (or the sugar high).

9:50am – OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. How have I never had this before? It has all the things I love – crab, deep fry batter, excessive amounts of calories, and no judgment! I am back in line to grab another one before the health inspector kicks them out, because something this good should be illegal!

9:53am – I am in line for a third time. The float is long gone but my hunger for fried crustacean cannot be quenched.

9:59am –Slowing down. Took up two folding chairs in the nearby food tent to fully realize what I’ve just done to my body. Grabbed an extra-syrupy Coca-Cola from another vendor to help quiet the world war that has broken out inside my stomach. The contented smile on my face, however, tells a very different story. 10/10 would do again later today. I fondly realize I still have another 10 or so hours of walking around to do, so the few pounds of fried grease and shellfish in my gut will be nothing but burned calories in the steps to come.

10:07am – Still sitting, really taking it all in. A lot more “Fair Security” than I would normally think to see. I assume there are this many every year, although I never really stop to people watch. A lot of families, a lot of strollers – I mean I love the fair, but you know those young kids are only going to last an hour or two before getting bored and screaming. But when you are a parent, I supposed an hour to two is the best you can ask for some peace and quiet.

10:11am – Up and moving again. Although my belly protested, I told him we have a lot to report on. The plan is to walk down the midway once on the track side, then back up the street side, and determine which few rides are absolute necessities. Although they might have to be delayed until the rest of my body has caught up with my adrenaline-driven mind. I also gave a kid a “flat tire” by stepping the back of his shoe by accident; he went to the ground and luckily I stepped behind one of the ticket-kiosks before his parents saw me.

10:15am – Gravitron: Yes. Zipper: Yes. Ring of Fire: No. Children’s Dragon Rollarcoaster: Maybe, but only if I get to sit in front.

10:21am – Well, it happened. The one thing you never EVER want to happen when you visit the fair – I had to use the restroom. And not for a stand-up only stop, either. This was a full blown, get your phone out because we’re going to be here awhile emergency. The mixture of fried crab, root beer float, and coke reacted inside my intestines the same way you would see Mentos and Coke on YouTube. There are some port-a-potties set up near the stables on the far side of the track, near the end of midway. If I had time, I would have ran back to the front entrance where they have “real” bathrooms, but time was certainly not on my side (but this is better than having stains on my side). 

10:31am – I guess everything I have eaten in the past three days is also deciding NOW is the time to exit the temple of my body. Only had one person try my port-a-potty door (which clearly says “Occupied” in red on the outside), but hopefully not too many others are furiously releasing their bowels this early in the morning.

10:38am – I accidentally breathed through my nose. Normally, going into any bathroom, I would only use my mouth to breath, as to keep any nasty smells from reaching my brain. All was going well and fine until I went to take deep sigh, which unfortunately started with a deep breath in through my nose. For the Fair only starting yesterday, it was exceedingly foul. I must make haste.

10:45am – My body has determined that haste is no longer in its vocabulary. I know there is more to come, I can feel it from my soul all the way to my colon, and yet nothing wants to come out. I have the strange sensation that as soon as I get 10 feet from the door, another huge stomach cramp will strike, and force me back into my current fortress of smell-i-tude. I feel my best option is to wait it out, and not leave a messy situation until the entire situation is taken care of. Now knowing what it is like in here, I can’t imagine leaving and coming back.

10:56am – Ok, that’s it. I’m tired of waiting, and I just so happen to be out of incense and Pokémon lures. If the pangs come back, so be it, but I am leaving this stall!

11:01am – Hmm…well, either someone is playing a prank on me…or the door of my port-a-potty is locked or jammed shut. I’ve turned the handle, so I can clearly see no sign of any stray piece blocking my exit, and yet the door refuses to open. I am currently investigating the remainder of the door for any clues, but at least now my pants are up, and I’m ready for this challenge.

11:09am – Still no luck. Nothing appears to be holding the door in place from my side. My current ideas are that someone put adhesive on the overlapping parts of the door, a worker negligently rested something extremely heavy against the full outside of the door, or the late summer heat has melted the door closed. None of these actually seem likely, but hey I don’t have much else to do except think of these things right now. I shall now begin yelling and attempt to break down the door.

11:16am – No one has come to my rescue. I have been kicking on the door and screaming “Help” for the past 5 minutes, and not so much as a whisper or someone knocking. What is going on here?

11:25am – I have been rocking the porta-potty, banging on it, and yelling as loud as I can, and nothing! No movement at all, no noise from the outside world. I am beginning to feel claustrophobic, and wondering what has happened to the outside world. I have no phone service now, and can only hope this disgusting rectangle is lead-lined in case some nuclear blast just took out all of DC and Baltimore.

11:33am – I HEARD A LAUGH! It was faint, but it seemed to be a child’s snicker. Still no luck on escape.

11:41am – No additional voices. I attempted to use the tiny air vents at the top to look around, but the holes were so small my eyes could not adjust to see anything, and the risk of slipping on the back part of the toilet and into the bowl became too great. My phone battery is at 63%.

11:55am – God, it’s me, Thomas. I know we haven’t spoken in a while. Maybe this is punishment for that. But please, PLEASE, I will do anything. I’ll go to church every Sunday. I’ll call my mother twice a week. I’ll volunteer at a homeless shelter. Anything. JUST LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING PORTA-POTTY!

12:14pm – God has forsaken me.

12:22pm – I am in awe that no one has tried to use this bathroom. The fair must be in full swing by now, people have eaten tons of fair food and been walking around in the heat, SOMEONE needs a bathroom! I’M IN HERE! TRADE PLACES WITH ME!

12:41pm – Does the bottom of a porta-potty release? Or unhinge from the top portion in some way? Again, no internet service so I can’t look it up, but they have to clear it out somehow. Do they just stick a hose in there and suck all the gunk out? Or does it release like a trap-door into some container?

12:45pm – Used my phone flashlight to investigate inside toilet bowl; immediately threw up. Will shelve this idea for later.

12:58pm – Phone battery at 51%. The air is thick. The heat combined with the bowl leftovers is making it humid and hard to breathe. One way I never thought I would die would be suffocating in a public fair bathroom. It has now moved quite high on the list.

1:16pm – More laughter! I swear I heard it! Someone is definitely pranking me! But who? And why? What could I have done to deserve this? All I wanted was a nice day to enjoy the fair, not a weekend to reflect on the mistakes I’ve made in my life leading me to this point in time.

1:18pm – Speaking of mistakes, I will not be covering the fair next year.

1:20pm – Double speaking of mistakes, Karen you are a bitch and you ruined my life. I determined that you breaking up with me was the exact moment when my life no longer could reach its full potential. So deal with that!

1:33pm – 10,655 beers on the wall, 10,655 beers. Take one down, pass it around…10,644 beers on the wall…

1:44pm – Noises! I can hear…something. It seems faint and muted, but before I couldn’t hear anything! Is this some sort of sign? I struggled against the door and frame again, with no luck, but it could be something!

1:46pm – Thinking of the possibility that I might also be getting some sort of cabin fever. Battery is at 22%.

2:02pm – The heat is getting to me. I am sweating profusely. I no longer have the urge to use the bathroom, as I feel there is nothing left inside me. I have also come to the conclusion that there is no soul.

2:08pm – Out of boredom, I attempted to stick my leg in the toilet hole without touching the sides. I have had 3 successful attempts. Although the thrill is no longer there, I will have to find other things to bide my time in case my phone dies.


2:35pm – I have started playing Sandstorm by Darude on repeat on my phone. I assume this can only lead to three things: me passing out, someone breaking in to tell me turn that shit off, or for the music to be so awesome that it literally blows the roof off this porta-potty. Not sure what I am wishing for more.

3:18pm – Fell asleep. Sandstorm still playing. Battery is at 12%. Put it on low power mode. Breathing through my nose no longer bothers me. Actually starting to enjoy it. Trying to pick out the subtle hints and flavors emanating from the hole below me. Someone definitely had jerk chicken.

3:32pm – A knock! Someone knocked on the walls of my sarcophagus! I tried to get their attention but nothing further. I also saw dust particles floating through the light near the air vents.

3:51pm – I now know what it feels like to be a dog locked in a hot car in a grocery store parking lot. At least I’m not crying about it.

3:57pm – Phone battery 4%. Although iPhones usually don’t tell the truth about that. Let’s see how long I can last without checking what time it is.

3:57pm – Damn it.

4:18pm – Something jolted me awake. There appears to be faint light coming from the door crease. I am not sure if I want to attempt jostling the door, or if this has just been given to me as hope, to continue my torment.

4:24pm – Fine, I’ll try the door. Phone battery at 1% anyway.

4:26pm – DAYLIGHT! At least, I think it is daylight. My eyes are still adjusting, but I’m out of the porta-potty!

****At this point, my phone did die.****

Well, turns out some of the rides still had not been completely set up yet on this WONDEFUL fair day. My particular bathroom choice happened to be in the way of one of these yet-to-come attractions, and the porta-potty was locked and moved to a new location WHILE I WAS INSIDE IT. I guess I didn’t feel the movement because my bowel movement was rocking me worse. The porta-potty was then stored next to some shipping containers at the back of the fairgrounds, with the door placed right up against them, so that I couldn’t open it even an inch. That area is not used very often, which is why no one was around and I couldn’t hear anything. Some kid must have found me and that’s what I heard laughter or something. Luckily, more bathrooms were needed after it started to get crowded, and someone remembered they had moved this porta-potty earlier.

After I made my escape from the bathroom, I immediately bought a Red Velvet funnel cake, because those things are delicious, and I deserved it. Plus I had been smelling the hints of one for about 2 hours prior. Then I went to the Ferris Wheel, because no trip to the Fair is complete without viewing Frederick from the top of the world.

All in all folks, it was the best year at the fair, ever! A very typical day. So get out there and enjoy it!

TM Scholtes