perhaps i'm going to need more beetles.
i spent most of yesterday in a state of acute dehydration, so today i've been recovering. really, the proportion of water i've drunk to the number of bathroom-runs i've made is grossly incongruous. but anyway.
saturday night, i was spirited away to burghill via the dudleymobile, where i encountered fishes and dishes and a breakfast of that eggs-and-green-peppers-and-onions-and-cheese-and-mushrooms stuff. and despite leaving at 8.12am instead of 8.00am on sunday morning, we still made it to the great lakes medieval faire by nine o' clock.
me: i guess it doesn't take an hour and a half to get here, after all.
i could tell tales of the day, which was just splendid and marvelous and all those flowery words for "good," but really it all kind of blends together. there was a small elephant involved, though. highlights of the day included watching the guys who ran the kid's ride (a sort of crow's nest that was suspended from a pole on ropes, and was wound up as tight as could be and then let to spin until it stopped. vomit central!), who amused me greatly; discovering that i am quite smitten with bardic wind while they threw knives at one another (this should surprise no-one); being unable to find a good plate of mushrooms anywhere, despite the fact that it was listed on the menu; seeing a very handsome archer no less than fifteen times (and i'm only exaggerating slightly) without even looking for him; deciding that eiko the pooka, whom you can see here, was the coolest creature at the faire and nearly had a heart-attack during the human chess match because she was just that awesome; finding hobbit-clothes and eighty-five-dollar leather journals with trees on the front that i was seriously coveting; and coming to realize that medieval faires do not care if you dehydrate to death, they will not supply enough water and will be forced to give you tapwater in paper cups by the end of the day.
they never ran out of beer. but water? oh no.
anyway. now the backs of my legs hurt like crazy and i have been eating fruits and veggies all day because yesterday i ate like crap. (way-too-greasy "chips," fried chicken tenders, a pepperoni roll that i seriously thought was a cinnamon roll until i ate it, and... um... no mushrooms. and when i got home, ramen and french toast pop-tarts because i am disgusting.)
also, i think it important to note that every morning i wake up and write LJ entries in my head for later in the evening, in which i say "i accomplished so much today!" and proceed to list my accomplishments.
you can see that this has never happened. i think the reason is obvious.
PS. clemi is poison!
saturday night, i was spirited away to burghill via the dudleymobile, where i encountered fishes and dishes and a breakfast of that eggs-and-green-peppers-and-onions-and-cheese-and-mushrooms stuff. and despite leaving at 8.12am instead of 8.00am on sunday morning, we still made it to the great lakes medieval faire by nine o' clock.
me: i guess it doesn't take an hour and a half to get here, after all.
i could tell tales of the day, which was just splendid and marvelous and all those flowery words for "good," but really it all kind of blends together. there was a small elephant involved, though. highlights of the day included watching the guys who ran the kid's ride (a sort of crow's nest that was suspended from a pole on ropes, and was wound up as tight as could be and then let to spin until it stopped. vomit central!), who amused me greatly; discovering that i am quite smitten with bardic wind while they threw knives at one another (this should surprise no-one); being unable to find a good plate of mushrooms anywhere, despite the fact that it was listed on the menu; seeing a very handsome archer no less than fifteen times (and i'm only exaggerating slightly) without even looking for him; deciding that eiko the pooka, whom you can see here, was the coolest creature at the faire and nearly had a heart-attack during the human chess match because she was just that awesome; finding hobbit-clothes and eighty-five-dollar leather journals with trees on the front that i was seriously coveting; and coming to realize that medieval faires do not care if you dehydrate to death, they will not supply enough water and will be forced to give you tapwater in paper cups by the end of the day.
they never ran out of beer. but water? oh no.
anyway. now the backs of my legs hurt like crazy and i have been eating fruits and veggies all day because yesterday i ate like crap. (way-too-greasy "chips," fried chicken tenders, a pepperoni roll that i seriously thought was a cinnamon roll until i ate it, and... um... no mushrooms. and when i got home, ramen and french toast pop-tarts because i am disgusting.)
also, i think it important to note that every morning i wake up and write LJ entries in my head for later in the evening, in which i say "i accomplished so much today!" and proceed to list my accomplishments.
you can see that this has never happened. i think the reason is obvious.
PS. clemi is poison!