Just got back from the OH Renn fest. I had a very good time and a lot of bad luck. It really began last night waiting for mom to call (presumably with where her and dad were heading on the next leg of the vacation) she said she’d call around midnight. I was up to 1 AM talking to
I truck across some of the MOST BORING flat land ever on US 35 (ugly to look at but a godsend to the farmer I must admit). I get there an hour late and call my friends…to find they’re still a half hour away. Um okay then. I didn’t mind. I got some shopping in and just wandering the fest. It was GLORIOUS. The first year I went I froze. Last year it was in the mid-90’s, this time it was perfect weather.
I met up with my friends and even ate a turkey leg (next year I’m just doing the bread bowl soup, carbs and diabetes be damned). The taste was very good but the tendons and fat grossed me out. We went shopping some more. I got my henna tattoo (which is pretty BUT either the skin on my hand is too thick on the back or too oily since it took very poorly. I’m so disappointed.)
We met back up to go to the Zombie Choir which…we last through one song. They weren’t very good. The idea was cute. They think one of their members is sick but she’s a zombie and is converting them (and running thru the audience) but the actors were too weak to set it up well and as singers they leave a lot to be desired. So we hiked across the faire and went to the Mud Show doing Beowulf. If you’re unfamiliar with this, it’s a comedy act with a huge mud pit. We THOUGHT we were sitting far enough back. We were so very wrong. My new dress is splashed with mud (but I just let it dry, much like the henna, and brushed it off). It was hilarious.
They went to get apple dumplings and I went to shop. Got some lovely tree of life earrings at Uncommon Adornments (yes one of my perennial places) and dropped my very expensive sun glasses and broke the stem clean off. Sigh. Wore them anyhow. Went to Beauty and the Beast, the terra cotta new age artist who’s done work at the White House (and his stuff is now in Gael song etc though he’s not making them. He’s not even pleased about it but he’s an artist and selling his designs pays the bills)
Yes
I’m blissfully unaware of my stupidity. I go off shopping. I end up back at the Knotted Jewelry another man that I go to every year even back when he was in WI, too. But his pieces are all silver or gold and stone and very pricey and I don’t think myself good enough to do more than I have with his stuff (he disagreed since I was wearing something I got from him). I don’t buy. I go on to the souvenir mug place since I have a coupon and realize hey I must have thrown my credit card into the purse (okay Fullmetal Alchemist messenger bag but alchemy is period damn it) and use my wamu one…and it’s declined (see what I mean about the luck). Now this is the card that JUST sent me a survey asking why I haven’t been using it and begging me to use it. Um what? Luckily I have plenty of alternatives. I found one of my favorite artist who has turned his art into t-shirts. One
I was going to go see if I could find my friends before the joust and a voice said, go back to that man and buy a dragon ring. I don’t wear rings, Ms Subconscious. You need that dragon ring. So I go back, find that one of my credit card receipts had fallen out of my purse and was still on the floor. I chat with the man and there is a dragon ring I love. But they’re all too small and the others too crude. I didn’t like them. Finally I find one that almost fits. He puts it on a sizer and slaps it with a hammer and I have my dragon ring. I don’t wear rings because they bugged me and I play with them. This one is so one with my hand I don’t even notice it.
I go and sit to try and find my other credit card. Realize yeah, it’s utterly gone. I realize that I only used it one place. I go back and it’s there (they had called me too at home, nice people). I go next door and get a funnel cake. The bimbo tells me the fryers are off after she sugars it and I buy it…yeah half raw funnel cake. Whee (I needed something sweet, my sugar was going down down down)
I go to the joust. Honestly I’ve seen better but it was fun. Then we went home. I was there six hours. Sheesh. Bet my feet are sore tomorrow but now I’m tired but good. There were hoards of Vikings, men in kilts and a religious pilgrim with rags on his feet, a ‘hair’ shirt and a giant pillow on his head with nails….





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Date: 2008-10-05 05:02 pm (UTC)Well, off to clean house and study for blood bank. :P
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Date: 2008-10-05 10:27 pm (UTC)What you find in the cat box would make VERY scary Halloween decorations.
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Date: 2008-10-05 11:00 pm (UTC)scarier yet i THOUGHT i had more litter...
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Date: 2008-10-05 11:06 pm (UTC)OMG. Yesterday, the cat came in and was meowing her "I'm gonna be sick" meow. I told Dad. He said, "No, she isn't. She's not making the chucking sound." Soon as he said that, she started the "Hurk, hurk!" noise so he picked her up, spun her around and threw her out the back door where she landed on the porch and blew chunks. I was impressed: the timing of the throw and vomit, his quick reflexes, etc. So, asshole that I am, I stood next to him and started making "Hurk! Hurk!" noises. He didn't throw me outside though.
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