As quickly as it started, it ended. The peeps appeared to have a good afternoon. I seem none the worse for the wear, though my ears are ringing. One could do worse than spend an afternoon with a pitcher of Bud Lite and a plate of huge raisin cookies. Note that I left the popcorn alone.
I never did get a hotdog. Maybe I should go back in. Maybe not. It'll be several months before my ears recover from the din as it is now. Maybe we'll just get some dogs at the gas station. Maybe not.