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Ren Faire
So today, Rags and I went to the Renaissance Festival. We walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and sat down to watch my mother's cousin's husband play in his band, Equinox. But first things first.
I picked up Rags at her house. It is huge. I mean, nine people live there, so on a per-person basis there's probably about the same amount of room. There's a storehouse of food in the basement equivalent to the amount of food required to feed them all for one week, for when the war arrives. They also have their own server farm, and six (yes, six) computers, arranged in some kind of gamer-LAN-dream-heaven. Apparently, there's a sibling who takes apart the computers, mixes parts, and then puts them back in the box.
So we took off, and I was introduced to the realm of German-light-metal. Which rocks, especially as I can't actually understand what they are saying. It just sounds angry, and German, and the beats are nummy. Rags kept commenting on how nice my car is. I said yes, I know, I have a bass that could shake the street on high, and the only reason I could afford the car is because nice incentives were offered so people would lease the cars and then then could sell it as a preowned vehicle. Somehow, in a moving vehicle, listening to German-light-metal, she was able to study OChem. I call that impressive.
So, we arrived at the faire, spent an additional minutes getting from the parking lot to the entrance, and then we went straight in because free tickets=win. We plotted to go see Leslie-the-ticket-donator's show, and then took off. It took Rags about fifteen minutes to get into the RenFaire spirit, which is less time then it took me, and then we shopped.
RenFaire shopping is unlike any other form of shopping ever. For starters, just about everything is handmade, grossly overpriced, and yet it's the friendliest thing ever. So we shopped, and shopped, and shopped. Half the time you aren't even shopping to buy, you are shopping to find things you like so you can duplicate them on your own costume, if/when you make your own costume. But there's also just so much cool stuff you can buy.
We each got ten small cones of incense, which ought to make rooms smell nice, especially the one called "Sex on the Beach." Rages likes muskier, darker scents than I, and I tend to prefer spicier ones.
Rags bought a hairthing that kept falling out until she let me put her hair up, after which she had the cutest bun ever and said it felt wobbly and I said that's fine, it's not coming out (it wasn't).
I didn't buy a metal hairnet thing, even though I liked it, for the reason of expense. I am planning on making it my next-year-purchase, though.
We got to see someone making a glass dragon,using a glass rod and a blowtorch. We got to see other people making a glass mug, using an oven and tables and pliers and other esoteric glass-manipulating things. We saw some juggling, some magic, lots of cool costumes.
Then we got foods, which were soups in a breadbowl (broccoli cheese for me, chicken and wild rice for her, both pronounced delicious) and went to see Leslie's show. We saw my mother's cousin, who is Leslie's wife of about a week and the reason I know him, and there were bagpipes and fiddles and singings.
After about half an hour, we left that, and went to the chocolate tent. This huge tent was in celebration of the Sweet Endings chocolate theme, and ohmygods was there chocolate. Fudge free samples, and fudgy brownie samples, and trays and trays of chocolate. Rags bought brownies and tiramisu, I got a cream horn. Then we headed towards the exit.
By the time we got to the car, we were both thirsty, so it was a good thing there were waters. I had meant to bring them into the Faire, but we forgot =P Anyway, Rags wears cargo pants, and she kept making her ice tea vanish into some dimensional rift and then reappear later. I have decided I needs cargo pants.
The ride back was filled with more German-light-metal, and conversations, and she was a very good backseat navigator because I didn't get lost finding the way to her house from the opposite direction, despite the confusing intersections. Beats MW any day. And we made sure to get her CDs, and her brownies, and her textbook, and her water with her. So nothing was lost.
Then I came home, and Dad yelled at me for not buying fudge, to which I said, "Fudge is not on your diet." It isn't, and we all know that if there were fudge in the house he would eat it. So I was online for a bit, and then I went to say Yizcor for my Bubby, which is a service you say in memorial of dead relatives. Then I came home and took a nap. RenFaires are fun, but they are also lots of walking around on warmish days in crowded places, and very much exercise.
Now my legs feel pleasantly stretched.
I am happy because I do not have to get up early tomorrow and the main gist of tomorrow is "find out where all things needed are, clean car/room/laundry, send of bone marrow infos, get infos on recipient (I finally got a missive, and without any details the news is "good" so here's hoping) and do nothing much else. I might cook.
But for the moment, no worries. Mellow. Life is good.
I picked up Rags at her house. It is huge. I mean, nine people live there, so on a per-person basis there's probably about the same amount of room. There's a storehouse of food in the basement equivalent to the amount of food required to feed them all for one week, for when the war arrives. They also have their own server farm, and six (yes, six) computers, arranged in some kind of gamer-LAN-dream-heaven. Apparently, there's a sibling who takes apart the computers, mixes parts, and then puts them back in the box.
So we took off, and I was introduced to the realm of German-light-metal. Which rocks, especially as I can't actually understand what they are saying. It just sounds angry, and German, and the beats are nummy. Rags kept commenting on how nice my car is. I said yes, I know, I have a bass that could shake the street on high, and the only reason I could afford the car is because nice incentives were offered so people would lease the cars and then then could sell it as a preowned vehicle. Somehow, in a moving vehicle, listening to German-light-metal, she was able to study OChem. I call that impressive.
So, we arrived at the faire, spent an additional minutes getting from the parking lot to the entrance, and then we went straight in because free tickets=win. We plotted to go see Leslie-the-ticket-donator's show, and then took off. It took Rags about fifteen minutes to get into the RenFaire spirit, which is less time then it took me, and then we shopped.
RenFaire shopping is unlike any other form of shopping ever. For starters, just about everything is handmade, grossly overpriced, and yet it's the friendliest thing ever. So we shopped, and shopped, and shopped. Half the time you aren't even shopping to buy, you are shopping to find things you like so you can duplicate them on your own costume, if/when you make your own costume. But there's also just so much cool stuff you can buy.
We each got ten small cones of incense, which ought to make rooms smell nice, especially the one called "Sex on the Beach." Rages likes muskier, darker scents than I, and I tend to prefer spicier ones.
Rags bought a hairthing that kept falling out until she let me put her hair up, after which she had the cutest bun ever and said it felt wobbly and I said that's fine, it's not coming out (it wasn't).
I didn't buy a metal hairnet thing, even though I liked it, for the reason of expense. I am planning on making it my next-year-purchase, though.
We got to see someone making a glass dragon,using a glass rod and a blowtorch. We got to see other people making a glass mug, using an oven and tables and pliers and other esoteric glass-manipulating things. We saw some juggling, some magic, lots of cool costumes.
Then we got foods, which were soups in a breadbowl (broccoli cheese for me, chicken and wild rice for her, both pronounced delicious) and went to see Leslie's show. We saw my mother's cousin, who is Leslie's wife of about a week and the reason I know him, and there were bagpipes and fiddles and singings.
After about half an hour, we left that, and went to the chocolate tent. This huge tent was in celebration of the Sweet Endings chocolate theme, and ohmygods was there chocolate. Fudge free samples, and fudgy brownie samples, and trays and trays of chocolate. Rags bought brownies and tiramisu, I got a cream horn. Then we headed towards the exit.
By the time we got to the car, we were both thirsty, so it was a good thing there were waters. I had meant to bring them into the Faire, but we forgot =P Anyway, Rags wears cargo pants, and she kept making her ice tea vanish into some dimensional rift and then reappear later. I have decided I needs cargo pants.
The ride back was filled with more German-light-metal, and conversations, and she was a very good backseat navigator because I didn't get lost finding the way to her house from the opposite direction, despite the confusing intersections. Beats MW any day. And we made sure to get her CDs, and her brownies, and her textbook, and her water with her. So nothing was lost.
Then I came home, and Dad yelled at me for not buying fudge, to which I said, "Fudge is not on your diet." It isn't, and we all know that if there were fudge in the house he would eat it. So I was online for a bit, and then I went to say Yizcor for my Bubby, which is a service you say in memorial of dead relatives. Then I came home and took a nap. RenFaires are fun, but they are also lots of walking around on warmish days in crowded places, and very much exercise.
Now my legs feel pleasantly stretched.
I am happy because I do not have to get up early tomorrow and the main gist of tomorrow is "find out where all things needed are, clean car/room/laundry, send of bone marrow infos, get infos on recipient (I finally got a missive, and without any details the news is "good" so here's hoping) and do nothing much else. I might cook.
But for the moment, no worries. Mellow. Life is good.
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But I would suggest going anyway. It's much fun.