That extra long weekend to celebrate the resurrection was pure greatness, but now you found yourself this morning stuck with a pretty severe case of the Mondays. You came to the right place. Not only do we have our third installment of Monday Memories of iGosia, but today at 11:00 and 12:00 we will introduce a new week long series. Make sure you check back. And you’re welcome.
Today’s MMI brings us to something known simply as iGosian Market. Even the most seasoned iGosian visitors have admitted they struggle when it comes to dealing with iGosian market vendors. It is hard to know what to expect. Hunter Womack, who often escapes from Oklahoma to visit iGosia said it best: “The market makes me nervous. It is almost as bad as my first JSI interview. I never know if I am getting ripped off or if the iGosian selling stuff is going to get ticked. One time the market guy just picked up an orange, sorry, I mean “tomato” and chunked it in the lake. How do you prepare for that?” Hunter, we understand. And trust us. That isn’t the only time that’s happened.
So what is your favorite memory from an iGosian market? Did you argue with iGosians about the names of fruit? Did you kiss a dead fish or sing a ridiculous song for a honeybun? Did you buy a whole gallon of milk for your team only to find out they do not sell cups? Did you offend an iGosian market vendor? Did an iGosian child pick your pocket? Did anyone ever leave a market happy and well-fed besides D.O., Jon, and Colby?
Maybe some of you serious old school iGosians remember how many times Mr. Ryan Bonner walked away from the market only to return when the iGosians offered him a better deal. We lost count ourselves. Whatever your market memory might be, one thing is certain– iGosian markets are consistently unpredictable. Who knows what awaits those of you destined for Alpha and Charlie Base Camps this summer. Bring your iGo currency and get ready to make a deal.
Now it’s your turn. Hit that comment button and let us know your favorite memory from market. And share this with your friends. It’s Monday for them too.
I remember the utter chaos of my very first market, where i kept getting yelled at by various vendors. I just don’t speak igosian well i guess. I finally came out of there with a “tomato” and felt pretty good about it.
I think one of my favorite memories of market is from last year when I had a girl on my team pray for the goodness of the iGosian chickens at the request of some crazy iGosians. They were relentless in engaging my team
The most memorable of my iGosian market experiences was the second. Before I even had time to collect my thoughts and get my bearings, I was yelled at and framed for stealing a bottle of water (I maintain my innocence). I was taken to the iGosian jail with a few other unfortunate souls and forced to eat a pig’s foot soaked in vinegar to be released. Other highlights include taking the wrong bus and touring iGosia three times before finally finding the right one, getting shoved into a bathroom with a pregnant iGosian preparing to give birth, and sharing a half eaten turkey leg and sweaty cheese with at least ten other people.
Indeed, it seems that “bus to iGosia” and “bus tour iGosia are almost indistinguishable when spoken in an iGosian accent.
Any time the famous LA Sarah shows up I’m pretty excited.
My first year, I danced romantically with a fish and had to kiss it for a box of honey buns. Do I regret it… nope. I would have done worse for honey buns and that is not me challenging the iGosians to come up with something worse either.
I mostly just liked market. I do recall Jon giving a foot massage to an igosian who resembled Ky… and another time Jon was pregnant. And cucumbers. It is a lot of rain.