Shakespeare in the Park
Ahhh...
Last night was a most enjoyable evening. I find myself once again entranced by the magic of being out with Rennies. I wish I could do it again tonight. We got a pretty good group out. Jason, the two sisters from the pirate ship (I apologize for not knowing your names), Christine, the Twins, The Spanish Ambassador's wife (again apology for a lack of name knowledge), along with my father, mother, and me! (If I missed anyone I'm terribly sorry)
Now on to the story:
I was surprised and happy to see Abby show up at the festival. She came just for a little bit to see Christine and the twins. She was most freaked out/embarrassed by me, I believe. She called me Fliss and when I said "Who is this Fliss?" in accent, the look on her face was priceless. Anyway she had to be physically dragged into the dance circle. I'm not quite sure why. She seemed to enjoy the dancing at the ball. Was she afraid of looking like a hippy dancing on a hill? Oh well, we may never know. Anyway She only stayed for one dance, and even then she danced with one of the twins. Now this means that we can drag her off to dance again, as at the ball she promised Jason a dance for when she came to fair. Now as she did not come to fair at all, and she did not dance with our gallant cosmographer at the festival last night, SHE STILL OWES HIM A DANCE!! This my friends is the perfect oppurtunity to drag Abby (preferrebly not kicking me and screaming) into another one of our rennie events!!!
The rest of the dancing was also enjoyable, as almost as soon as Abby left, Felicia, Mariah, Lauren, and one of Felicia's friends who I believe I met at middle school graduation showed up. Only Felicia and her friend seemed inclined to dance, and even then they only danced a few dances with us. Lauren and Mariah didn't dance at all!
Now, I have a remedy for all our troubles getting the young women to dance (except perhaps Abby) One man will solve all our problems. I give you Don Simon Renard, the Spanish Ambassador. All he has to do is dance a little and they (young women) will flock to us like moths to a fire. What say ye my friends!
Last night was a most enjoyable evening. I find myself once again entranced by the magic of being out with Rennies. I wish I could do it again tonight. We got a pretty good group out. Jason, the two sisters from the pirate ship (I apologize for not knowing your names), Christine, the Twins, The Spanish Ambassador's wife (again apology for a lack of name knowledge), along with my father, mother, and me! (If I missed anyone I'm terribly sorry)
Now on to the story:
I was surprised and happy to see Abby show up at the festival. She came just for a little bit to see Christine and the twins. She was most freaked out/embarrassed by me, I believe. She called me Fliss and when I said "Who is this Fliss?" in accent, the look on her face was priceless. Anyway she had to be physically dragged into the dance circle. I'm not quite sure why. She seemed to enjoy the dancing at the ball. Was she afraid of looking like a hippy dancing on a hill? Oh well, we may never know. Anyway She only stayed for one dance, and even then she danced with one of the twins. Now this means that we can drag her off to dance again, as at the ball she promised Jason a dance for when she came to fair. Now as she did not come to fair at all, and she did not dance with our gallant cosmographer at the festival last night, SHE STILL OWES HIM A DANCE!! This my friends is the perfect oppurtunity to drag Abby (preferrebly not kicking me and screaming) into another one of our rennie events!!!
The rest of the dancing was also enjoyable, as almost as soon as Abby left, Felicia, Mariah, Lauren, and one of Felicia's friends who I believe I met at middle school graduation showed up. Only Felicia and her friend seemed inclined to dance, and even then they only danced a few dances with us. Lauren and Mariah didn't dance at all!
Now, I have a remedy for all our troubles getting the young women to dance (except perhaps Abby) One man will solve all our problems. I give you Don Simon Renard, the Spanish Ambassador. All he has to do is dance a little and they (young women) will flock to us like moths to a fire. What say ye my friends!