we all know i like to attend festivals. i found another one to attend this summer, and it was at the Coptic church in South St. Paul. i went there around midday and had lunch first, a gyro sandwich, some fries, and some baklava. then i did the church tour, where i learned something. i know, shocking. i put me in situations all the time when i do. in this case, it is how 'Coptic' refers to a 'dead language' that looks like Greek. i bought some souvenirs as well, two postcards and a magnet. all these items are about Egypt; the magnet was of 'king tut' and Nefertiti. one of the postcards had a camel on it, a reminder of an earlier church festival i had attended. i also bought an item from the bakery section in the same room as the souvenirs, it was a loaf of chocolate chip banana bread. before i went to the festival i went to the post office, two orders picked up. then to the copy store where i printed an event ticket. after the festival i went home and had the evening meal, then got groceries at Aldi. later in the evening i performed at the final open mic at a venue that i hadn't been to in a while, the corner bar in Minneapolis. i know full well why i had been absent for a while, as even before covid i said i would go to venues only if i get stage time. i did have some nice memories of when i had performed there, and i enjoyed seeing some comics that i hadn't seen in a while. one of those now lives in Kentucky, in the college town, but spoke a lot about being in Florida before that. i attended his dad's memorial. i did stories about a boss at a former job, attending the state fair, a cashier at Walgreen, and a bank story about I.T. issues. i took plenty of pictures, not only of some comics onstage but also of the venue, including the list of those signed up for the mic, using a marker on the wall. plenty of show posters were put out in the bar area on the upper level, i claimed three. mind you, i did not attend any of those shows, but the performers on it i recognized. a few small items such as a paper clip and a bottlecap were claimed out of the 'green room'. some joked about looting, and i guess that does happen when a venue reaches the end, where it tends to be stripped for souvenirs. the wolf tagged me in a Facebook posting about being there, where it showed John Wayne on a quaker oats container saying, 'listen up, pilgrim'.
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