Twice a year tiny Packwood, WA shuts down. People start flooding in from all over the country. And through all kinds of weather, a massive flea market is held.
My family went up on Friday and stayed at White Pass Lodge which is the closest thing to Packwood.
My mom uses the flea market as a way to pick up deals on antiques for her store. It has a kind of a yard sale meets the food at the fair feel. All types of vendors show up- antiques, junk, commercial stuff (tupperware, scentsy, etc), food, specialty jewelers, rock hounds, etc.
Because I had to work over the weekend, I managed to convince Josh to come up with me on Sunday and stay over until Monday. After getting lost on the way up we finally made it. Erin, her friend Keegan, Emma, her boyfriend Matt, Izzy, my parents, friends of my parents, and their kids were already up there—so it was fun to hang out with all of them. There’s still snow at White Pass (not in Packwood), and it was a little weird to go from very sunny to snow in a few hours. It rained the whole time we were there.
My finds included Jordyn’s birthday gift and a sweater with llamas on it.
Held at the Clarion like it was in 2010, this year’s WSUTC Mardi Gras was also “glow” themed. I guess the vibrant colors of traditional Mardi Gras weren’t enough. It was also a casual, unlike last year’s more formal event. A lot of people creatively made the shirts that came with the ticket their own, Megan and I just went with normal clothes and I did my hair and make-up “MardiGras-esque.”
Because of underage drinking last year (go figure), you weren’t allowed to bring drinks into the actual event, you had to drink them in the bar. So, it was kind of lame to sit and drink, just to drink, so you could go back into the party. That’s what Megan and I are doing here…
And this is our “look like we’re having a good time” picture.
The event itself was pretty cool. There was a photobooth again (although we didn’t get any pictures), several guest DJ’s, and lots of food and glow. You also got free drinking glasses, a shirt, and beads- all for $4.
Megan and I decided, for similar reasons, to never drink at the Clarion again. My sister, Erin, was Brian and I’s DD. So thanks, Erin! (I knew my sisters getting their licenses was a good thing.)
The other day someone asked me what it was like to have sisters.
In short, it’s the greatest thing I have. My mom told us when we were little that all we have in the world is each other; that they (my parents) will die, friends and lovers will come and go, but we will always have one another to depend on. So, we have a song, “I’m Gonna Be (500 miles)” and a motto, “All for one, one for all.”
“The mildest, drowsiest sister has been known to turn tiger if her sibling is in trouble.” ~Clara Ortega
The truth is that they are so a part of my life, that asking me what it is like to have them is like asking me what it feels like to have an arm. It feels like nothing. I don’t know, because I have never been without them. What does it feel like to breathe?
“I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.” ~James Boswell
My mom’s statement might have been a little dramatic, but I can’t imagine being an only child. I would feel very alone.
No one understands me better, faster, and easier than they do.
“A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.” ~Toni Morrison