I have beads in me beard!
Mood:  a-ok
Topic: Faire warning
Seymore got me some cool beads to string up in my beard. It took me a bit to figure out how to get them to work, but they look zippy right now. I took a couple pics, but since it's just a webcam I'm working with (in iffy light, no less) the quality is for crap.

A closeup shot...

Pretending that it's heavy
Mood:  silly
Now Playing: dead
Topic: Faire warning
My arms still ache from Sunday. Still! At least I didn't have to stretch them out all day today. It's all about the clearance Easter basket and a day's worth of work.

I got there mostly in costume, so even though we were a bit late I was ready to go right away. I got Trey Dog first on the way in and got a laugh. Found out that I wasn't even on the schedule so I had a play day - with a new toy. Got most of Schultzburg throughout the day and even got a few solid flinches. I nearly made a noble fall on his ass in front of the alestand across from knives.

Needless to say I was holding this thing up all day and fucking with people. The poor little thing is a bit ragged now. The glue still holds, but the bands are separating in the middle and at the bottom. We worked hard for those battle scars.

Beer for breakfast...
Mood:  lazy
Topic: Faire warning
... is bad for you. And yet somehow each Sunday that I'm out here it ends up being the breakfast of champions. Faire was a tad chilly yesterday, especially towards closing, though my English-type piratey getup is pretty warm when I put the sleeves down.

I had a good time yesterday - the patrons seemed more playful than usual. Sometimes, especially when I'm off shift but still in garb, I like to just sit on the counter and jabber in accent for a while. (Bad accent, remember that.) I like to catch the occasional one off guard with some tacky hawk and make 'em laugh. Putting on the carny bark really does make a mouthy character out of me.

So now thanks to Seymore I've got a little wicker basket deal, and I'm hoping this week that I can transform it into something fun. I've been wanting this for a while now - and if I get this bucket made right I want to use it at least once this year.

Don't know what I'm talking about? Show up at Faire some Sunday, go to cannonade, and make sure you are wearing something flaming. No, this is not a call for a drag parade - we have already met our queen quota (1).

Elaborate setup
Mood:  rushed
Topic: Faire warning
Passage may or may not have been booked. The guy what owns dis blog may or may not be in Californication on April 1st. A pickup may or may not have already been arranged. Striped socks may or may not be worn that day.

You may or may not have been warned.

Closing parade
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: 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.

Peep under the kilt...

Sunburn
Mood:  special
Topic: 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.