get out the map, and lay your finger anywhere down
So, yesterday the trip to the Renaissance Festival ended up in this GPS-spawned horror that led through winding, bumpy country roads. I hate those roads. I hate them because I have motion sickness like crazy, which is why I never venture onto roller coasters. There were hours of hell in which we went to a strange location coded as '0004' on the GPS, instead of the actual festival. '0004' turned out to be a cow farm, I am not shitting you.
Then, using the phone GPS of our driver and reprogramming the other GPS, we learned that the festival location was actually miles away in the other direction. Through more winding, bumpy country roads. At that point, I wanted to honorably kill myself before dying of carsick. Fortunately, we stopped along the way at a CVS, and I found God. God's name is Dramamine. God's consort is ginger ale. (Specifically Canada Dry.)
After that, it began to rain. When we arrived at the appointed rendezvous, it was wet and soggy and still raining. I decided fuck it, we traveled forever and we're going to damn well Renne Fest. I am so glad I did not wear a costume for this, by the way. It was definitely smaller than the Maryland Renne Faire, but I think it would have been awesome if we'd been A) there earlier, and B) there without rain.
As it was, we went tent-hopping through the downpour, and looted the vendors. I came away with gardenia bath salts, this nifty metal belt decoration I got for ten bucks, and three bags of homemade herbal tea: one is called 'brain teaze', one is called 'easy afternoon', and one is called 'cramps really suck'. I can't wait to try 'cramps really suck'. aflightoffancy got her double order of scotch eggs, which were apparently very tasty. So we all came out well enough, and I do think I'd like to return on a day when the weather is fair, now that we know where it is we're going.
And, since the night before I got only three hours of sleep, I went home and ate a can of spaghetti and promptly crashed. I slept from approximately nine PM to nine AM. That's insane. That's twelve hours of sleep.
I'm still a little tired.
Then, using the phone GPS of our driver and reprogramming the other GPS, we learned that the festival location was actually miles away in the other direction. Through more winding, bumpy country roads. At that point, I wanted to honorably kill myself before dying of carsick. Fortunately, we stopped along the way at a CVS, and I found God. God's name is Dramamine. God's consort is ginger ale. (Specifically Canada Dry.)
After that, it began to rain. When we arrived at the appointed rendezvous, it was wet and soggy and still raining. I decided fuck it, we traveled forever and we're going to damn well Renne Fest. I am so glad I did not wear a costume for this, by the way. It was definitely smaller than the Maryland Renne Faire, but I think it would have been awesome if we'd been A) there earlier, and B) there without rain.
As it was, we went tent-hopping through the downpour, and looted the vendors. I came away with gardenia bath salts, this nifty metal belt decoration I got for ten bucks, and three bags of homemade herbal tea: one is called 'brain teaze', one is called 'easy afternoon', and one is called 'cramps really suck'. I can't wait to try 'cramps really suck'. aflightoffancy got her double order of scotch eggs, which were apparently very tasty. So we all came out well enough, and I do think I'd like to return on a day when the weather is fair, now that we know where it is we're going.
And, since the night before I got only three hours of sleep, I went home and ate a can of spaghetti and promptly crashed. I slept from approximately nine PM to nine AM. That's insane. That's twelve hours of sleep.
I'm still a little tired.