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Erik and I went to the Ren Faire up near Puyallup today. We spent far too much money (and we looked fab). Yes, Derryck, I finally bought one! BWHAHAHHAAAAA.
When I was in a dressing room being laced up, my lacer was a girl of about my height...my hair color...and my hair length. Her skirt happened to be about the same color as mine, bodice likewise. It was...eerie. Erik swears that after seeing this he wasn't thinking about anything, no, nothing interesting, and if I wanted to know what exactly he wasn't thinking about, he has a list.
I finally bought him the scian dubh I've promised him -- a really nice handmade one.
We didn't last more than a few hours, mostly because the new location has lanes of big, ankle turning gravel (who the hell has 2" and 3" gravel?), which wore me out really fast. My bad ankles and I survived by leaning heavily on Erik's arm. As we were leaving it finally got to be too much, and he swooped me up and marched out of the faire, to loud calls of "Abduction! Abduction!" (He grinned and replied "I got one!" to anyone who looked at all surprised).
Oh, and in obviously less important news, this morning I made an offer on a house, and I'm currently in the process of negotiating.
Also, Decaf is 'helping' me type, which mostly means kneading through my too-thin PJs. Occasionally she sits on my lap and puts her front paws on the desk. Adorable, yet awkward!
When I was in a dressing room being laced up, my lacer was a girl of about my height...my hair color...and my hair length. Her skirt happened to be about the same color as mine, bodice likewise. It was...eerie. Erik swears that after seeing this he wasn't thinking about anything, no, nothing interesting, and if I wanted to know what exactly he wasn't thinking about, he has a list.
I finally bought him the scian dubh I've promised him -- a really nice handmade one.
We didn't last more than a few hours, mostly because the new location has lanes of big, ankle turning gravel (who the hell has 2" and 3" gravel?), which wore me out really fast. My bad ankles and I survived by leaning heavily on Erik's arm. As we were leaving it finally got to be too much, and he swooped me up and marched out of the faire, to loud calls of "Abduction! Abduction!" (He grinned and replied "I got one!" to anyone who looked at all surprised).
Oh, and in obviously less important news, this morning I made an offer on a house, and I'm currently in the process of negotiating.
Also, Decaf is 'helping' me type, which mostly means kneading through my too-thin PJs. Occasionally she sits on my lap and puts her front paws on the desk. Adorable, yet awkward!
