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honey mead and goth children [Oct. 28th, 2001|10:19 am]
Roy Janik
So yesterday was the annual trip to the Renaissance Festival. We got up bright and early at 8:00 at Human Dwelling 43. By "we" I mean Wes, Raina, Eric, Jenn., Brian, Erica, Mary, and myself. Chris & Tamara were to join us later at the faire. Phil, Dana, & Misty worked there, of course. So we headed out without any major mishaps, except that it was really early. Eric, Jenn., Mary and I rode in one car, and listened to Pain the whole way. Aww, yeah.

The faire itself was gorgeous, as always. Fairies, knights, rednecks, and goth kids. Some things never change. I can't really describe it all. We watch "To the Hilt" with the ever vivacious Katia. Caught the Flying Fish Sailors, and got to hear both "The Cat Came Back" and "Flupandemic" so that made me happy. Phil gave me his pirate coat, which kicks, and I bought a belt to go with it, so for the first time ever, I felt at least somewhat properly attired at faire.

Mary had about 13 rolls of film, mostly black and white, and she wasn't afraid to use 'em, so she was snapping pictures left and right. Phil, Dana, & Misty were all as fun as always, and seem to be doing plenty of research for when we open our own faire.

By far the best part of the day was when night fell. I've always loved the fairegrounds at night. Ivy covers everything, the moon and stars are clearly visible, and the weather is perfection. You can make out the shapes of shops around you as people wander happily and drunkenly towards the exit. But this night was something special. Phil had been working the dragon swings that overlook the water earlier on in the day, so he had some connections. He secured the swings for us, and we boarded them just in time for... the fireworks.

You really had to be there. Operating the swings that look out on the water, The moon hanging overheard, and a cool breeze blowing through your hair. The sky explodes as you hear the sounds of the faire closing up around you. It's a memory I'll carry with me a long while.
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[User Picture]From: mayzie
2001-10-28 08:21 am (UTC)
did you go to the informal mead-making class, the other week? i meant to, but i forgot.
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[User Picture]From: zinereem
2001-10-28 08:29 am (UTC)
No, sadly. But I'm now in love with the stuff. Even if it does take an hour to drink a little cup.
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