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To start my tale, I must
go back to the beginning, which as we all know is almost the
perfect place to start. I was born in a hospital
in.....waitaminute, perhaps not quite that far back.....
550 PIECES OF WHAT???
So I go up to NJ and spend the night with two of my most favorite
people in the whole world, John & Lisa ROCKS!!. Now unless
you've spent the last few months living in a tent in the
Himalayas, you should know that they *ROCK*!! I have never seen
any two people more in love than these two wild and crazy party
animals. It's inspiring actually, until they get all mushy and
kissey-faced, then it's just icky. *g* Anyway, I show up ready
for debauchery, naked time and rotating undergarments and what do
we spend the evening doing? Putting together a jigsaw puzzle of a
cute, little, black and white kitty-cat half in a bag with a
pretty pink background. Oh just shut up, all of you...*g*....it
wasn't as easy as it sounds. There were an awful lot of those
stinkin' little pink pieces......
ON THE ROAD AGAIN.....
John, Lisa, Alison, Elf, Cassius and myself take two cars and
drive up to Oswego. Everyone of them smirking, I'm sure, at
having roped my big unkilted butt into going (in the heart,
guys....*s*). The only really interesting thing to note is that
when travelling with sleepy Goddesses.... do NOT order the
saugage gravy.
STERLING RENAISSANCE FESTIVAL
Saturday morning when we get up, it's raining. Just a little, but
it's enough. Everyone's still in good spirits though when we get
to the site and we head straight for the infamous
Master Mario and
his Sacks of Whacks. I didn't get to talk to him much, but I
think I'd be hard pressed to find a finer man anywhere. We also
met up with the Carver Contingent which consisted of Glenn
Fieldenstreeme, Justin Little and a host of 'otters'. We mostly
spent the day wondering around, shopping, getting drenched and
listening to comments such as "Hey, look,
wet spandex!".
We called it a day fairly early and went back to the hotel for a
little nappy-poo.
WHERE THE RENNIES ARE
After nap time, we all got ready and went to join the rest of the
rennies at a place called "The Little While". Great
place with HUGE portions of some really good Italian food.
Somehow the subject of Alison's various body parts came up. Funny
how that keeps happening. *lol* Personnally, I blame Glenn. My
best advice when eating with a group of rennies after a
faire....eat fast. Any minute someone will say something
(or do something)
and unless you're a big fan of kittening.....'nuff said.
SUNDAY, BLOODY SUNDAY
The Gods and Goddesses of weather must have accepted the
sacrifices of beer bottles, brain cells and Monty Python
(Helloooo! My *brain* hurts!) from Saturday night, because Sunday
dawned gloriously. A brilliant blue sky, a lovely breeze and
temperatures in 70's were the rule of the day. That morning also
saw the indroduction of the newest kilted lad for Clan
MacDóbhran. John
strapped on a great kilt of red
and green and strode boldly about the shire with his ladylove
Lisa (who was having an *amazing*
hootie day, BTW) upon
his arm. Bronxelf, the only one of the
group that I had seen in garb before, looked stunning as ever and
decorated everyone with kisses.
Cassius, dressed all in black, was every
inch the Drow. And Alison
(The Three Beauties),
hitherto known as Rusty, was absolutely breathtaking in her
chainmaille, leather and (dry) spandex. I felt completely naked
in my t-shirt and shorts. <sigh>
DA' ELF STEALS THE SHOW
Early on in the day we saw a
Don Juan & Miguel
show (which I *highly* recommend). At one point in their show
Miguel is walking through the audience looking for a
"volunteer". Now being that I was in civvies and
considering the company I was keeping, I fully expected to be
picked. But amazingly enough all I got was the comment, "You
just frighten me." Hmmmm, I wonder if Miguel is psychic.....
Jump forward to the afternoon and Don Juan and Miguel's Weird
Show (which is their last one of the day...) and there we are
sitting in the audience again. This time I was the third person
in the row, between Elf and Alison, so I figured I was safe
enough. HA!! It seems that ever since the first show, my
wonderous companions had been plotting to have me dragged up on
stage. (I swear, you can dress them up but you can't take them
anywhere. *rofl*) So, about half way through the show they come
to their famous "Bladder Bust" portion of the show and,
naturally, they need a volunteer. For some reason, everyone seems
to take a childish delight in pointing and hollering at ME! I was
willing to go along and I start to rise when:
Miguel: "They're all pointing to him!"
Don Juan:"Then pick the pointers!!"
(hehehehehehehehe.....<happy kilt dance>)
Since Elf
happened to be the closest one to
the end of the bench (and not necessarily the one I *told* them
to pick...), she was escorted up on stage. I must say she really
got into it while onstage and we all laughed uproarously.
(baaaah!)
FINAL PUB SING
We all made sure to meet up with Glenn and his crew for the pub
sing, which was held on a small stage near the Master Mario's
Pillows of Pleasure. This was the first *official* pub sing I've
ever attended and I was surprised that I knew most of the songs
already (Thank you, Grant & Vicky for that lyric book!). It
was an excellent end to grand day.
SOMEONE UP THERE LOVES ME
I mean how else could I have gotten so lucky and spent the
weekend with some of the most faboo people on the planet? I
really want to thank each and everyone of you, both new friends
and old, for having made these last few days the best weekend of
my life. I honestly wouldn't trade the time I had for an extra
thousand years of life.
I love you all.....in the heart. *s*
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