One day, in a unique gesture of comradery, the sideshow people invited the circus people to a Sunday night barbecue on the closed fair lot. Typically the fair closes early on Sundays so that was the best time to have a party. The cinnamon roll people (us) were also invited. It was my charge to escort two of the beautiful circus performers, in matching new dresses, to the barbecue. They looked amazing as we walked down the darkened carnival midway, one on each of my arms, and I was probably wearing a wrinkled t-shirt. The party was fun and surreal but at the same time quite normal-seeming.