I am doing peachier than Georgia.
that's probably the latest or close to the latest I've ever gotten home. (3:15am.)
more friendtime, despite there not being friends at the ren fest as they promised. BAH. but lauren and mike totally hit it off better than anyone could have expected! I am really excited for them. It was good, as both Lauren and I started off in bad moods and were worried how we'd get through the day with each other... but, um, Mike helped a LOT. They got along so well that they've both flipped their claddaghs!
(On three... awwwwwwwwwwwwwww. [gaaaaaggggg.])
Not that I"m really complaining. I did the same thing and ten times worse just eight weeks ago.
after the fest, we met up with a bunch of friends, hung out, and then got to act like we were twelve (or younger). We weren't drunk, we were high on life! We were hyperactive spazzes and we loved it. I took up my skirt in my hand and ran through the sprinklers. we played ring around the rosy. and left stupid voicemail messages on mike's phone.
Okay, a very, very few pictures, with more to come. (Ugh, these resize really uglily. Full and unedited versions of everything at my deis webspace.)
Me, from the side (for a mostly-full costume view):
Me and Mike:
And, Lauren in half of Mike's costume:
I still need to post about ALL the world's cutest kids, and some lady took my picture WITH mike instead of, well, herself with mike. It was really fun being dressed up, and as soon as I got out of the parking lot and into the festival grounds, I stopped feeling weird. At one point, I was drumming at the drum and didgeridoo booth (they had bodhrans there, and one had a green frame and was deep and I fell in love, and THEN I found their Seamus O'Kane takeoff -- it was even deeper than the green one, and had a cutout for the arm, and was so pretty and GAH, and I was in ten kinds of heaven. But really, if I were to get one, it should be the green one [IF being like, if I had ANY sort of money at all, or a serious commitment to the drum, which I didn't, it was just pretty], because my first two drums are named for their colors. Rory [red] has a red frame, and Bainin [white]'s skin is bleached white. SO ANYWAY) So then some other woman came up to me, assuming that since I was drumming and dressed up, I worked at the drum booth, and asked of the djembe-like drums, "Now, are those bongo drums or conga drums?" And I say, "Oh, I don't work here." and she says, "I see," and walks away from the booth, apparently offended or something.
The drum guy gave me an allen wrench for free! I can fiiiiinally tune my Bainin again!
Memorable quotes:
To the death, BABY!
and... others. And Casey needs her own theme song, and ... I know where the rum is, and Faramir's an asshole and I need a hug, and... Dear Lord, I don't even remember. "The povished children!"
I'm an animated zombie. I got five and a half hours of sleep last night, and it's been twenty since I awoke. I'm on adrenalin right now, it must be.
that's it for now. a longer story will come tomorrow. And now I hope I shall be allowed to sleep NINE hours.
oh, and i know Zach's still awake. I can hear the subwoofer booming out explosions from the movie he and whichever friend's over now are watching. hm.
more friendtime, despite there not being friends at the ren fest as they promised. BAH. but lauren and mike totally hit it off better than anyone could have expected! I am really excited for them. It was good, as both Lauren and I started off in bad moods and were worried how we'd get through the day with each other... but, um, Mike helped a LOT. They got along so well that they've both flipped their claddaghs!
(On three... awwwwwwwwwwwwwww. [gaaaaaggggg.])
Not that I"m really complaining. I did the same thing and ten times worse just eight weeks ago.
after the fest, we met up with a bunch of friends, hung out, and then got to act like we were twelve (or younger). We weren't drunk, we were high on life! We were hyperactive spazzes and we loved it. I took up my skirt in my hand and ran through the sprinklers. we played ring around the rosy. and left stupid voicemail messages on mike's phone.
Okay, a very, very few pictures, with more to come. (Ugh, these resize really uglily. Full and unedited versions of everything at my deis webspace.)
Me, from the side (for a mostly-full costume view):
Me and Mike:
And, Lauren in half of Mike's costume:
I still need to post about ALL the world's cutest kids, and some lady took my picture WITH mike instead of, well, herself with mike. It was really fun being dressed up, and as soon as I got out of the parking lot and into the festival grounds, I stopped feeling weird. At one point, I was drumming at the drum and didgeridoo booth (they had bodhrans there, and one had a green frame and was deep and I fell in love, and THEN I found their Seamus O'Kane takeoff -- it was even deeper than the green one, and had a cutout for the arm, and was so pretty and GAH, and I was in ten kinds of heaven. But really, if I were to get one, it should be the green one [IF being like, if I had ANY sort of money at all, or a serious commitment to the drum, which I didn't, it was just pretty], because my first two drums are named for their colors. Rory [red] has a red frame, and Bainin [white]'s skin is bleached white. SO ANYWAY) So then some other woman came up to me, assuming that since I was drumming and dressed up, I worked at the drum booth, and asked of the djembe-like drums, "Now, are those bongo drums or conga drums?" And I say, "Oh, I don't work here." and she says, "I see," and walks away from the booth, apparently offended or something.
The drum guy gave me an allen wrench for free! I can fiiiiinally tune my Bainin again!
Memorable quotes:
To the death, BABY!
and... others. And Casey needs her own theme song, and ... I know where the rum is, and Faramir's an asshole and I need a hug, and... Dear Lord, I don't even remember. "The povished children!"
I'm an animated zombie. I got five and a half hours of sleep last night, and it's been twenty since I awoke. I'm on adrenalin right now, it must be.
that's it for now. a longer story will come tomorrow. And now I hope I shall be allowed to sleep NINE hours.
oh, and i know Zach's still awake. I can hear the subwoofer booming out explosions from the movie he and whichever friend's over now are watching. hm.