Mood:
specialTopic: Faire warning
Opening weekend, not too shabby. Up and ready by 8 am, slathered in sunscreen.
There was no way I was going to get into my fekkin' costume before I got on site. The insanity of getting the Faire thing going sounds pretty intense, from my 4th hand knowledge of whatever is or isn't going on. Once I saw the boss we had everything set up, and I was ready to try and put on my costume and accent. Arrdy arrdy arrrrrr... God save the Guinness in the morning! We wandered around and tried to find some places and get oriented, did a little shopping.
I started a little early to warm up and get used to pestering people. This crowd seems a bit surprised by some of our antics - I loved the different reactions to our little catchphrase: "Live target." I hawked out in the street a little on Saturday, but much more today because I didn't get money wench. I may have to just nevermind my juggling balls though, because I know one will end up in a cannon. Fortunately, there is no shortage of balls at Cannonade
Shut up Beavis.
I'm displeased with the $6.50 for a beer nonsense, since I am now sans rum. I'm displeased with the no-nightlife policy. I'm not too keen on the wacky winding roads yet. I'm displeased with the lack of avocado grinders. Otherwise, it seems basically kosher.
