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mischieviousTopic: Faire warning
You know, it did actually go by the booth where I work at, but I had to watch it from the elevated porch outside our tent-door hooch. I didn't shimmy to ring my cowbell because I'd gotten out of costume as soon as I was off at 2.
The moon was nearly full over the maypole the first night I camped out. I walked a circle around it, trying to build up enough power to send some nice dreams back home. We played ninja in a tent in a tent by the lake. No, that was not a typo - 2 tents. There was a loon out there that sounded like a duck gargling. That's when I found out it was a loon. That night it sounded like it was saying "I'm a duck!" and I kept telling it that it was not a duck. So about 15-20 minutes after I'd finished sending the hubby starts playing my song in my pocket. We had a nice chat before I had to get ready for bed. Had to be up early the next day.
Now you know, sunblock is just pure filthy nastiness, especially to camp in. The bugs are rampant at the Santa Fe Dam and we had to use Avon's Skin So Soft for bug repellent. So when my shift ended at 2 I had to be ready to get in the car to go grub and then go home and shower for the one after-hours event on site: Black & Pearls. Unfortunately my black pants were kinda dirty, but I didn't give a shit. I wore my dirty black Hawaiian shirt back out, but changed into the snazzy one that Ram gave to me.
The party was okay. Most of my friends got booted off site afterwards, and we only kinda hung around. There was supposed to be an alestand open, but it got closed down, so that was quite a downer for the whole show. But we didn't have any alcohol on site. Nope nopity no - we were dry as ice. Wolf, Laz, Red and I got to kick it up in the hooch and out by the lake - the site's pretty nice at night, but Wolf and the rest didn't get to peep it out because of the security event.
So I was waiting for Scruffy out of the #'cave to show Sunday, but oh no - he slept in. Feh... ;{)> And with no shade near Schultzberg I decided to run around in my Dirty Trucker wardrobe to cool off and see what there was to see.
While I was in Bazaar Traders trying to figure out what it was in there that I wanted to buy, I heard a drummer going outside. But you know, you tune that out at Faire after a while. But then I heard the digiridoo going off. There was this woman out there, black with blond dreads and this fantastic ink of sleeves and belt and who knows what else. She had a small basketful of them to choose from and played a few. She was amazing, the drummer couldn't keep up one time. There was a baby near the end there that she pointed it directly at, whooping and puffing at him until he grinned wide and she had to break. It was powerful.
The man-candy was also rampant this last weekend too. Very pleased, fucking finally! Not that anything racy happened, but I enjoy browsing. Getting home is going to be very interesting...
Once Faire was done and we'd been payed and taken care of all the business we had to do, we decided to have a nice game of get lost from each other. Wolf's daughter and I got to hang out near the beginning of the long exit road. We finally gave in and wandered out to the parking lot and caught up with the other half of our group near where the car was.
Ahhhh... grub, shower, rest, recovery day. Just like Faire is supposed to be, right?
