"The Proposal Weekend: Part III"

10/11/2002

Sunday:
I wasn't quite the "crack-addled hampster" (to borrow a phrase) Sunday morning that I was on Saturday. We still made gate, but there wasn't the same sense of urgency involved. For one thing, I wore tights on Sunday which made getting dressed in the morning infinitely easier. The other reason was that with the Big Event behind me, I wasn't under quite as much stress.

First thing in the morning was of course the mighty Wench Slide. This has become a tradition for the Sunday morning of Invasion weekend. As usual, I was standing at the bottom with my Wench's basket (Please note the possessive case of the noun. Thank you.) taking pictures.

After Wench Slide happened, everyone headed over to the Dragon Inn to prepare for a mass wenching of Fred, who plays King Henry. Since Fred isn't required to be "on stage" as the King until the afternoon, he has taken to wandering the shire in the mornings dressed as a peasant named Signore Pantelone. Someone told me that the real King Henry actually did something like this on occasion.

Well, since it was Invasion and HeadWench Keltik (more on how she earned THAT title later) had all these lovely Wenches in one place, she decided our new king need a thorough wenching. As you can tell from the pictures, these are some thorough women! First they covered the front of his face and then when they had run out of room, they attacked the back of his neck.

From the Dragon Inn, several of us hurried over to O'Shucks to witness Christophe the Insulter ply his trade upon an unsuspecting White Dragon. You see, on Saturday WD had organized and lead a tribute to the Medieval Baebes who were performing at MDRF that weekend. Well, despite all of his enthusiastic instructions of how NOT to stare or babble or drool, it seems our young hero did all three. At once. So Ralph decided he needed some chastisement. As you can tell from the pictures at the bottom of this page, there was quite a crowd there to witness the spectacle.

We went around to the other side of O'Shucks to listen to some Pyrate chick bang on her Bonky-Thing. Celly bought her CD (I already have it.) and you should too! (Shameless plug sponsored by Kat Fairbanks who better pay me or I'll call her by her Christian name.) We stood there talking with Kat for a while and then went over to listen to the Women of Whimsey's triumphant farewell tour.

Then it was time to head back to the Dragon for the 2:40 PM show of "The Italian Wedding". Lance got pulled up to the "Best Man" which is kind of unusual because performers rarely pick garbed patrons to participate on stage. He was pretty good at acting drunk and hungover. Do you think he might have been in that condition before? *g*

After Teatro's show we walked around for a while until it was time to assemble for the combined wenching/rogueing of the King and Queen. Basically we formed up two lines in front of the King and Queen as they sat on their thrones and two by two we presented them with roses. At the end, the Queen gave a lovely speech about how much she appreciated the Rogues and Wenches of the shire. It was good PR if nothing else. Y'know, while she's a wonderful queen, I can't help but think that she'd really like to wear something lowcut and bawdy sometimes.

By then it was almost time for Pub Sing, so Celly and I went over to the White Hart. We squeezed in across from Kate, Eveyln and Lance near the stage. Soon King Henry came up on stage and called out for our very own Keltik! Somehow the king had gotten word that Keltik (the Madame of Wench Local 42) was responsible for his wenching and the roses. After making a little speech he placed a paper Burger King crown on her head and proclaimed her the official "HeadWench" of Revel Grove. (Insert your own joke here)

The only other thing of note is that I did manage to catch a good picture of Nimblewyck's fireball. After which we headed over to Fuddrucker's for some beef. Well, beef for me and a veggie burger for my fianceé. Heh. I still can't get used to that. I'm betrothed.

Wow.

So you want payment for your shameless plug, eh? I'll think of something... Something that involves wedgies or indian burns, maybe. Don't worry, Celly, I'll leave him mostly intact and just functional enough. Kat hee... the doofus is engaged! ~ Darcy aka Some Pyrate Chick @ 11:28 p.m. EST on 10/11/2002