It could only happen to Rachel, Part 257
Yesterday I went to the Renaissance Faire for the first time, with my friend Halle (dressed spectacularly as a Crow Fairy), her ten-year-old son Max, and Max's ten-year-old friend Molly. It was fun!
I will skip the clothing descriptions, as Halle took photos and I will post them later. I got my picture taken with a guy in a vampire outfit consisting mostly of draped chains and platform Harajuku boots, who obligingly posed for a flirty photo. Later Max looked through her pictures and said, "Rachel, why were you hugging some guy who wasn't wearing underwear?"
We ate giant turkey legs and scones with strawberries and whipped cream. The kids bought gorgeous puppets -- a turtle and a hatching dragon for Max, and two mice for Molly. We petted snakes and lizards in a petting zoo, and saw a very young and beautiful Queen Elizabeth. So later, when we had a turtle race, I bet on the turtle of that name. But the turtle guy got confused and picked up the wrong one, and Molly's turtle Baby waddled over the finishing line before I could get the guy's attention and explain that I had no turtle in the race. I have a feeling that there will be many occasions when that moment will seem to sum up my life.
We got home fairly late, but when we went to drop off Molly, she noticed that while the lights were on, her parents' car wasn't in the driveway. I walked her to the door, still in my Ren Faire regalia, and peeked in. No one was visible. I knocked on the large carved wooden front door, which had both a doorknob and a big bronze plate with a large handle and one of those tab thingies that you push down while pulling on the handle to open the door.
I pushed down on the tab and pulled the handle just as someone inside pulled the door open. The handle, along with the tab and the big bronze plate they were both attached to, came smoothly off in my hand. I was left standing there, staring at a woman who, I suddenly realized, I had never met before, beside her daughter, with her door handle in my hand.
Torn between explaining why I had her door handle and explaining why I had her daughter, I stared at her, then said, "Hi!"
She stared incredulously at me. Halle, who had been in the car with Max, walked up to see what was going on. "Oh my God, Rachel!" she blurted out. "You destroyed the front door!"
"No, no!" I yelped. "I barely even touched it! It just came off in my hand!"
"It's loose," explained Molly. She took it out of my hand and fitted it back to the door. "Though it's never come off before. Good night!"
She closed the door. Halle, Max, and I practically fell to the driveway, laughing hysterically. But as I said, Molly and her family never met me before, so it should be difficult for them to send me a bill.
I will skip the clothing descriptions, as Halle took photos and I will post them later. I got my picture taken with a guy in a vampire outfit consisting mostly of draped chains and platform Harajuku boots, who obligingly posed for a flirty photo. Later Max looked through her pictures and said, "Rachel, why were you hugging some guy who wasn't wearing underwear?"
We ate giant turkey legs and scones with strawberries and whipped cream. The kids bought gorgeous puppets -- a turtle and a hatching dragon for Max, and two mice for Molly. We petted snakes and lizards in a petting zoo, and saw a very young and beautiful Queen Elizabeth. So later, when we had a turtle race, I bet on the turtle of that name. But the turtle guy got confused and picked up the wrong one, and Molly's turtle Baby waddled over the finishing line before I could get the guy's attention and explain that I had no turtle in the race. I have a feeling that there will be many occasions when that moment will seem to sum up my life.
We got home fairly late, but when we went to drop off Molly, she noticed that while the lights were on, her parents' car wasn't in the driveway. I walked her to the door, still in my Ren Faire regalia, and peeked in. No one was visible. I knocked on the large carved wooden front door, which had both a doorknob and a big bronze plate with a large handle and one of those tab thingies that you push down while pulling on the handle to open the door.
I pushed down on the tab and pulled the handle just as someone inside pulled the door open. The handle, along with the tab and the big bronze plate they were both attached to, came smoothly off in my hand. I was left standing there, staring at a woman who, I suddenly realized, I had never met before, beside her daughter, with her door handle in my hand.
Torn between explaining why I had her door handle and explaining why I had her daughter, I stared at her, then said, "Hi!"
She stared incredulously at me. Halle, who had been in the car with Max, walked up to see what was going on. "Oh my God, Rachel!" she blurted out. "You destroyed the front door!"
"No, no!" I yelped. "I barely even touched it! It just came off in my hand!"
"It's loose," explained Molly. She took it out of my hand and fitted it back to the door. "Though it's never come off before. Good night!"
She closed the door. Halle, Max, and I practically fell to the driveway, laughing hysterically. But as I said, Molly and her family never met me before, so it should be difficult for them to send me a bill.