I went to the Ren Faire in Lancaster, PA Saturday. Was supposed to meet up with some dopers, but never found them. I had fun anyway. Part of the fun was trying on a corset and hoop skirt, (Elizabethan). I never understood why anybody would do that to themselves, but now I know. The girls were never so high in my life, and I had a waist! I mean I always have a waist but I really really had a waist. I’m not saying that I’d want to dress that way every day, but I’d consider it for special occasions if I could get away with it, like maybe a costume party. Or more ren faires just so I’d have an excuse to look like that! I’ve never been what you’d call a “princessy” kinda chick, and I know I wouldn’t want to live in those days, ( I said I’d probably be a peasant anyway, but my mom says her great, great, grandfather was landed gentry in Italy so maybe not, no money left by the time he dowered 9 daughters anyway) but I have new appreciation for the clothing!
Nice Guest MMP FCM, although i got a bit teary at all the love and then the sad fate of Bunny and Paul (Henry).
Well i was working yesterday so my weekend wasn’t so great. I thought we were going to have the sexy longhaired electricians but instead we got the old grumpy, shouty ones. Still, at least i spent the train ride home fantasising about long haired internet guy that i have a crush on so it wasn’t all bad
On Saturday I had a stroke of genius and rather than launder my bed linen (you remember? Two sheets for sleeping on and one for painting?) i just bought all new. I’m wondering if i can afford to do that next week to as it saved me a bunch of time.
Did i mention i have a new job which starts next week? Oh. I have a new job that starts next week. It’s the same company and it’s not a move up but it should be interesting.
Good morning! It’s beautiful and… errr, not sunny here, but it’s not hot either. That’s fine with me. Mr. Lissar came home magnificently intoxicated last night after the black belt grading and subsequent four hours in a pub. Over the course of four hours, he had five drinks. He was smashed. I think that’s hilarious.
It’s October! I have to start planning my Hallowe’een costume!
Feel better, Draelin. Bronchitis sucks. Drink some more tea.
Well, nothing too interesting has happened in my life recently. I went on my first date with this certain guy last night (shall we call him ACYG, because he’s the youngest man I’ve ever dated?), and swampy would be proud, as we didn’t have sex! (mainly because I didn’t want to defile that poor neighbor kid’s treehouse.) I would post a picture of him here, but that might violate some sort of privacy thing or something.
On a heavier note, I’m still unemployed, which I’m looking to fix. Anyone know of any open positions where I won’t have to do anything? Well-paying and in my area are pluses.
Hubby’s precious Volks is going to the shop today - he just went out and had a long talk with her. ('87 Scirrocco) It’s only 18 days till we raise the banner and drop the puck - I think I can hold out that long, especially since I’ll spend next weekend getting the apartments set up for the players. And I have new jerseys to wear!!
Sounds like Snakescatlady done got Cottonmouth fever. The only live hockey game I ever saw is when the Columbus Cottonmouths played well, somebody. It was kinda fun. Like pro wrasslin’ with big sticks. Or maybe she just organized her own hockey team.
donkeybear if you think that ACYG and you might be worth developing into a relationship, then I am proud of you for not jumpin’ right to sex. However, if you don’t think that and he’s cute, well,…
Speaking of relationships, ACBG and I are going to see each other tonight or else! It’s been a freakin’ week! He worked all weekend, the poor critter. So tonight, we’re ordering in pizza and having a nice, long snuggle, etc…
Yes, Swampy, I’m a Cottonmouths fan - season ticket holder, Booster Club member, the whole bit. My family is still in a state of shock that the only sports-hater in the bunch became a hockey fan, of all things! If you make it to Columbus for a game, look me up! You can’t miss me (so I’ve been told) - I’m the redhead sitting on the first row right where our players come on the ice.
It’s been a long time since March. I’m ready for some hockey!
I did see Chris Isaak years ago. It was when he was touring on his second (eponymously titled) album (yes album. It was released on vinyl.) He played at a little club in Norfolk that is now part of the foundation for ODU’s basketball center. Me and a few of my friends, including a girl who collected drummers, had breakfast with Kenny, Isaak’s drummer, at a Mexican restaurant. The girl got to add another drummer to her collection that night.
Back from another weekend at Faire. The patrons get … interesting … toward the end of the day. On Saturday, I was working Sweep, which means we gather up a handful of participants and pretty much arm-in-arm progress slowly down the path to sweep the patrons along and out so we can get to the pickup truck.* The only people allowed to get past us are participants with overnight passes. We march forward calling “The Faire is closed! Passes out, please!” One patron we encounter holds up his half-finished ale and slurs “Camping pass? I’ve got a drinking pass!” Sorry. Get out. Likewise to the woman who can barely stand. The fine ladies and gentlemen of the CHP are stationed at the parking lot exit, in case you’re dumb enough to try driving.
It amazes me that we’re selling a 16-ounce cup of ale (doesn’t matter if it’s Budweiser or Guinness) for $6.50 and people are still able to have enough money to drink themselves stupid. Before anyone howls at that price, the price was set high to discourage excessive drinking, and there’s still not a whole lot of profit at that price. By the time you truck everything in - buildings, generators, kegs, coolers, jockey boxes, taps, cups, etc. and buy the temporary liquor licenses and health / business permits, you’re out some serious coin.
An old Faire inside joke is saying “The beer is in the pickup truck” (preferably in a Southern drawl) to signify that Faire is closed and it’s time to head back to camp and relax.
I was trying to get tickets to go to Colorado to see my aunties, whom I love, and my adopted cousin, whom I don’t love. Anyway the tickets were $700!!! I e-mailed them to see if they could help me any, and
MY MOM IS STAYING WITH THEM
I have a lot of history with my mom, and no freakin’ way am I going if my mom is staying there, too! They will all gang up on me, and chances are high they will try to shanghai me off to India to get married.
What interesting lives mika and gotpasswords lead! mika is worried about gettin’ shanghaied to India and gotpasswords has to sweep people out of a fair or sweep up at a fair or sump’n like that. Me, I just gotta decide what I want on a pizza tonight. While this is an important decision it’s nowhere near the anxiety level of being shanghaied and people sweeping!
I’m dainbread. I am to the point where nothing I am working on makes sense. I think maybe I need to go on autopilot for a while.
You and me both, Swampy, you and me both. I lost Saturday to a migraine and still feel hung-over. And I’ve got a teleconference in exactly 5 minutes. I know because my calendar just reminded me.
I’ve been well past the level of dainbread. Last night, I couldn’t make the kitchen sink work. I was able to get my hand on one of the five metal things sticking up at the back of the sink and try to move it, but it was the wrong motion and the wrong thing at the wrong end. Instead of tilting up the faucet handle, I pulled the cap straight up and off of the dishwasher airgap.
Being away from technology more advanced than ice cubes for 48 hours at a time makes you forget things, apparently. Especially when faced with all of these things at the sink.
I dunno if it’s a relationship-worthy pairing. We’re kinda on different… intellectual wavelengths. We’ll see how it progresses.
Michael Chiarello (sp?) is an asshat. Everything he says and does is overly dramatic. He’s like “I’m going to put these onions in the pan” and then does this very dramatic flourish as he puts them in the pan. And then we need extra virgin olive oil. ::flourish wave frolic prance::
