October High Bazaar
Hosted by NECCA and Dabbin-Dad.
October is a wonderful time of year for many. Changing colors of the leaves, the change of season, and of course who doesn’t love Halloween? With everything else changing; what would make The High Bazaar any different? Every time it turns into something… Like a Werewolf.
Here’s the story of a man that changes into a wolf. Can you imagine? Excessive hair sprouts out of everywhere. Then the razors from your fingertips emerge. Your skin peels away like banana peels while the claws form new beast talons. Your blood boils with rage from snapping joints as the body molds itself into its new form. The skin then stretches and tightens over its new form while your ears get pointy and a snout punches through from the inside of your face. The man is now a beast… The High Bazaar has changed into a Halloween celebration for the entire month of October.
This is how the parking lot is as it changes into The High Bazaar. The coffee brewed, the tents were raised, and the bands played on. This is the beginning of October and The High Bazaar is wearing it on its sleeve. Witches, nightmares, and The Mean Green Fury Road THC Queen… Oh yah.
The doctor was in and the dabs were being recommended. The dab bar had a very nice menu with quite the large variety. The doctor recommended The Skywalker OG in order to continue in the leisure arts of the day. The Doctor made the perfect choice. I am one with The Force, The Force is with me. It was with me 11 times…
I stumbled back and bumped into The Harry Potter Guard Dog, Fluffy. That vicious ferocious animal stood fast. Battle!!! It was going down for real. I struck first. I was swift like a ninja on cocaine. I extended all fingers like lethal switchblades. I faked him out and struck low with a direct hit to the gully. The beast went down and the battle for belly rubs with this big cute mush pot was over. BELLY RUBS!!! He wins. Yes, you get a treat…
Art and clothing has definitely grown in size. Today there are witches with art. Paintings of wonder and weird accompanied with hats, shoes, and cool t-shirts. Fabrics and designs with fancy logos were on display for purchase. Multicolored arches of beauty created not by water droplets, but by divine artistic hands. Handcrafted from the introspective hells of the artist. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. To this eye it was stunning. 
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Why was there a big dramatic pause here?
Because Paul can turn into a Wildebeast!!
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Then we went from drab to fab! It’s I can’t believe it’s pot coffee. “Here you go, just how you like it.” They weren’t kidding they totally nailed it. I couldn’t have asked for a better cup of Joe. It had a great body, not too thick nor murky at all. Nice aroma too, almost like walking into a Starbucks. Nice flavor, not acidic and very well balanced. On top of all that greatness, they added obscene amounts of cannabis infused sugar and cream. Always a favorite stop. Long live I can’t believe it’s pot coffee!!!
As the levels in my cup would rise, fall, and then rise again I find myself at The High Tide tent. Pleasant visit as always but that’s when I noticed Dab Punk. He was giving me the eye…
No really, he was giving me the eye but it was gum. The gumball looked like an eyeball. I took it out of the wrapper and noticed that the retina was on the wrapper and not the actual gumball eyeball. 👁. I then proceeded to lodge a complaint with management about false advertising of the retina. I was then given the finger. It was a gummy finger on a stick, but it was a finger nonetheless. 🤣
I rolled past all the goblins and ghouls and ghosts and drabs of the Halloween season to find myself at Fury Road. (JustFarmsCT) Now face to face with The Mean Green Fury Road THC Queen. She was suited in leather, rubber, and tie-dye with hair color that showed joker affiliation. She was ready for the apocalypse, I’m sure of it. Armed to the teeth with THC infused Jell-O shot syringe wolverine claws. They were delicious and powerful. I might be in trouble but at least we’re not in a post-apocalyptic desert wasteland where gasoline and water have to be fought over in lengthy road battles for Odin or whoever…
I swayed a little from the Jell-O injections and some weird powerful jelly gummy’s that I got from Wicked Treats. That’s when I felt a hand touch my shoulder, my head snapped to find one of The Hemperial Guard. Was I in trouble? I had credentials, I was supposed to be here.
“Hey man just checking on yah. Are you OK? I saw your sway back there.” Asked the DoobTrooper.
“ I’m good I was just getting my head together.“ I replied. “ It gets weird around here sometimes.“
A special thanks to our Hemperial Guard for checking on everyone and making sure everyone is safe. Hell, even my body needs protecting and I’m glad they’re here.
A High Bazaar cauldron is brewing for the month of October… 4 more weeks of Halloween skeletons standing in doorways, and black cats in your path. Jack O’ Lanterns, glowing from within, on top of every table. Ghosts, with different horrifying faces, hang from vendor tents. Scattered all over, lights for the Halloween evenings to come. It’s just gonna get weirder and weirder. I can’t wait. I wonder if I can Trick or Treat for some of those Fancy Tots at The Cellar on Treadwell?
