RenFaire Weekend 4

I was able to carpool this weekend, which means I was able to sleep and text and otherwise do things I couldn’t do while driving.  WoodTurnerD drove…and complained I wasn’t talking about anything…sorry…I thought we could carpool to save money and so I could snooze without fear of the inevitable crash into a railing.  We ended up having to double back to the house to grab my garland…look, I couldn’t be the beautiful whore-of-the-May without my clam festooned garland, could I? No…“no” is the right answer to that question.

The evening ended with a tasty beverage (no tasty burger with that) and then off to bed.  I remembered to bring AND take my meds, so that’s a good thing.  I was still up late, but what are you going to do, I’m old and rising slowly…or perhaps draping myself with rabbit pelts is too decadent for me to resist and must stay in cot longer.

The morning began well…things were cleaned, the house was set and I put on my clothes.  I was gifted a knit hat with a cock-rocket on it…so that was awesome.  I managed to get to morning meeting, but I got dressed there and greeted people with my nipple hanging out of my bra…hey, look people, it’s a nipple…you’ve seen it…I’ve seen it…it looks funky when squishing out the top of my bra, but so what, you’re not going to be scarred for life, I promise.

I managed to get to a feeling good place and enjoy my day.  I got my rub gift delivered and got a lovely gift myself, first thing in the morning, so I was able to enjoy it all weekend.  The weekend’s weather was beautiful, for the guests anyway, I managed to look baked-on and cracking, but what can you do…nuthin’ that’s what.

I did put a sausage in my mouth…for comedy!  I didn’t eat it, that would’ve been gross. ;-)

Cookie was out and ended up covered in peanut sauce and “caught on fire,” which was great because the bucket full of water gave her a rinse out from the sauce.  When I asked why she was splooshed with sauce I was told, “oh, it was like your mayonnaise show.”  Which means, someone loosened the lid to the sauce and a good shake ended up with sauce all over, I want to know how come I own the mayonnaise show…but I figure it’s something I can trademark for later. ;-)  I noticed, after that, one of the coolers got caught in the crossfire, too funny.

I managed to share with several of the higher up managerial types that I currently have pink pubes.  Well…I had to explain my “trailer twat” comment, didn’t I?  Yes, my parents are so proud.

CreepyKid managed to get a drunk guy in her face, but then was rescued by her Well family – I can only imagine her 15 years from now saving little Violet Appleyard from a similar fate.

Sunday was a much quieter day…I ended up holding down the porch and just relegated myself to being a lump.  I didn’t bring home dishes or linens as I won’t be at Faire next weekend so the trip to the car was a whole lot less daunting.  I’m sure all will go well next weekend – I’m going to miss it, but I AM going to have spooky-spooky fun at Bat’s Day!