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So I'm home for the night, and I don't feel like typing much.
I went to King Richard's Faire today, and it was fun for the most part. But of course I didn't get interacted with at all, and everything was way too expensive. C'est la vie.
Tonight I'm home, and then tomorrow I'm going back to Boston to see Wicked with my family for which I am very, very excited. I've been wanting to see this show for so long, and even Dean liked it...so it has to be good.
Finally, I'm a little concerned over a purchase I made at Pirate Faire. I ordered a bodice from this vendor, and she said it would be there by the end of that week. Well, two weeks passed, and there was still no bodice. I finally called her, and she explained that she had been sick and that she would sent it out at the beginning of the week (this being three weeks since I placed the order). She sent it out on Tuesday, and it still hasn't arrived yet. I don't know if the address is wrong somehow or what, but I'm getting sort of wary.
Anyway, I can't wait to be back in my room tomorrow night...is that bad that I don't like being home?
P.S. I went to see Patrick Wolf the other night, and I thought I was going to "squee!" from the amazement that was his performance. So good.
I went to King Richard's Faire today, and it was fun for the most part. But of course I didn't get interacted with at all, and everything was way too expensive. C'est la vie.
Tonight I'm home, and then tomorrow I'm going back to Boston to see Wicked with my family for which I am very, very excited. I've been wanting to see this show for so long, and even Dean liked it...so it has to be good.
Finally, I'm a little concerned over a purchase I made at Pirate Faire. I ordered a bodice from this vendor, and she said it would be there by the end of that week. Well, two weeks passed, and there was still no bodice. I finally called her, and she explained that she had been sick and that she would sent it out at the beginning of the week (this being three weeks since I placed the order). She sent it out on Tuesday, and it still hasn't arrived yet. I don't know if the address is wrong somehow or what, but I'm getting sort of wary.
Anyway, I can't wait to be back in my room tomorrow night...is that bad that I don't like being home?
P.S. I went to see Patrick Wolf the other night, and I thought I was going to "squee!" from the amazement that was his performance. So good.