Friday was my birthday, and it was also First Friday. For the past several months, we have participated in First Friday. A friend of ours has allowed us to set up a table at her space so that others can know about Comic Zone.
Well, this past Friday didn’t go as planned. For one, it was my BIRTHDAY! Did I really want to be working HARD on my birthday? As a matter of fact, yes, I did. I love Comic Zone and anything I can do to make it successful makes me happy. So, I was really okay with that part. However, because it was my birthday, some friends took me to lunch, and afterwards, I didn’t feel so well. I’m not sure why – all I had was salad and hummus – but for some reason, I was feeling blech. Hanging out in 100˚ heat didn’t sound like as much fun. But, Comic Zone prevailed, so I bit the bullet and we headed on down to 5th St.
When we got to the shop, no one was there, so we just set up on the lawn as normal. Then, just as we finished, our friend’s new partner arrived, and said that he wanted to set up there and we’d have to move. Lovely. At that point, I wanted to go home. I began to think that maybe I hadn’t been feeling well because we weren’t meant to go to First Friday this month.
But, again, Comic Zone prevailed, and we moved everything over to the other side of the sidewalk, on the lawn between the sidewalk and the street. And we waited.
Business doesn’t really begin to pick up at First Friday until about 9 pm. Between 6-9, there are lots of people looking and a few small purchases, but we really don’t get going until later – and then it is non-stop for 2-3 hours! But if we don’t set up by 4 pm, all of the streets are closed off, and we don’t get a good parking spot.
So, there we sat, and waited… helping a few customers, answering lots of questions, etc. Two guys came up with clip boards, and asked us if Comic Zone was our store. We said yes, and then they proceeded to tell us that we were not allowed to vend there due to zoning laws, that we had to be associated with a shop. We told them that our friend rented the shop we were in front of, but he said that wasn’t enough, that we couldn’t even have an exchange of money outside. It all had to be done inside. Who knew? We asked why all of a sudden, and they said that the vending was just getting out of hand and that they had to reign it in. He gave us an hour to take everything down.
Well, our friend wasn’t there that night – just her partner. We told him, and he didn’t say a word. The zoning folks went in to talk to him too. We packed up and left.
So, no more First Fridays for us in downtown Phoenix.
It was fun while it lasted, for sure, but I am really okay with not peddling comics on hot summer nights anyway.
In the meantime, we are exploring other gigs, other possibilities, so stay tuned.