Faire Rundown, Week Five Through Seven
Keeping it brief:
Fifth Weekend:
The moment of callous upstaging was a real kick in the nuts. Still don't think I have my head on right after it. Other than that, Taking time to recognize the return of a kilted bodyguard went a long way. Still, this nagging feeling began to hit me, like I wasn't doing something. It's not just a, "have I left the oven on?" thing with me. No, it's more of a cosmic awareness thing... something is amiss. Could not discern what. Did a bit of joust cheerleading. That wasn't it. Perplexed.
Sixth Weekend:
Glad I'm avoiding the child custody issues. Still, having that nagging feeling like there's something I should be doing. Helped clear a path for the joust both days of the weekend, found myself alternating "Buon Giorno" and "Good Day" more than I'd like. On the upside, "Whack It" was its biggest of the year. We had 2 Legend of Zelda cosplayers and company on one side playing to the theme song from the game, and on the opposite side, an actual girls volleyball team. Consistently got numbers in the double digits. That "missing" something was bugging me all weekend. Consulted Constable about it, estimated it might just be that I don't have all that extra time to chase wankers this year. Possible.
Seventh Weekend:
Stayed home. Lungs were explosive, filled with some odd combination of nitroglycerine and mucus. Unpleasant, to say the least. Fever, chills. Still not quite passed. Thus, missed two Faire days, including my wife's visit... and talent show. Bogus.
Hoping I'm better in time for final weekend.
Fifth Weekend:
The moment of callous upstaging was a real kick in the nuts. Still don't think I have my head on right after it. Other than that, Taking time to recognize the return of a kilted bodyguard went a long way. Still, this nagging feeling began to hit me, like I wasn't doing something. It's not just a, "have I left the oven on?" thing with me. No, it's more of a cosmic awareness thing... something is amiss. Could not discern what. Did a bit of joust cheerleading. That wasn't it. Perplexed.
Sixth Weekend:
Glad I'm avoiding the child custody issues. Still, having that nagging feeling like there's something I should be doing. Helped clear a path for the joust both days of the weekend, found myself alternating "Buon Giorno" and "Good Day" more than I'd like. On the upside, "Whack It" was its biggest of the year. We had 2 Legend of Zelda cosplayers and company on one side playing to the theme song from the game, and on the opposite side, an actual girls volleyball team. Consistently got numbers in the double digits. That "missing" something was bugging me all weekend. Consulted Constable about it, estimated it might just be that I don't have all that extra time to chase wankers this year. Possible.
Seventh Weekend:
Stayed home. Lungs were explosive, filled with some odd combination of nitroglycerine and mucus. Unpleasant, to say the least. Fever, chills. Still not quite passed. Thus, missed two Faire days, including my wife's visit... and talent show. Bogus.
Hoping I'm better in time for final weekend.