A Weekend of (mostly) Good

Fun Money Remaining: $38

Am coming off the high of Renn Fest yesterday with reene, bannoubunkacoby, grysar, kamalloy, regyt, reverend_dave and newly-met others.

It was a rather nice day -- I'll upload the many pictures once I get into work on Tuesday. I met some new people -- A Jessie, an Aaron, a Ben, a Chad, a Dave, an underwatercolor and another Liz. Everyone was very nice -- it was nice to be able to associate personalities with names/faces/LJ handles, and I'll reiterate that regyt is a person I'd like to get to know better.

I wore the bottom half of my prom dress from 1998 and a red velour top, and felt like I looked nice (pics on Tuesday). I would have worn alternate renn faire garb, but discovered rather unpleasantly that Sal, the cat I've been housesitting, had pissed into my storage tub at the bottom of my closet? Have I mentioned how much I hate Sal? Well, I'll sum up: A whole fucking lot.

Reene looked lovely; she wore this top she'd bought in New York that was, in essence, a tanktop with stuff sewn on it, but it was just gorgeous and once again, her outfit was just perfect.

Anyway, I rode up with Reene & Coby, and, for the first time, we actually were relatively organized and got our stuff together in a timely fashion. We started off by watching Coby climb the castle wall, a seemingly easier task since he climbs at the gym regularly now, but alas, it was still too hard and he failed. But wow, it was exciting to watch. And I also have video. Does petri host video? Dammit.

I'd actually managed to bring the exact amount of money I'd been planning to spend ($30 including admission) -- I'd also brought a bag lunch and water and what-not. I saw lots of things I wanted to buy, but did ACTUALLY manage to restrain myself -- a feat which I'm most proud of.

So -- Can I sell a Jane Goodall Chimpanzee to buy some leather garb? I saw so many things I wanted! And yet again -- another Renn Faire and still no leather rose for Laura. The cry. Boo.

We wandered around and ran into Steve. Coby and I managed to get rather drunk, which was fun. I avoided any face-licking too, which was good. I did fulfill my renn-faire quota of groping, highlighted by chain-mail-whip spanking later in the day.

It was Singles Weekend at the Renn Faire -- meaning that lonely Rennies were looking for love. Most of them were very nice/normal looking -- it wasn't until later in the day when they'd hooked up with one another that the shudder factors began. They might not necessarily have children, right?
And yes, even the Coby's Rat Man (who pushes a dead ferret around with a stick) was looking for love.

Ben invited me to games, etc at his house today, but I ended up not going and instead I made a voice-acting demo at the Shack. It's funny how vulnerable and timid I feel, standing in front of a mike, unsure of myself. It's not a feeling I'm used to actually, um, exposing, and it wasn't exactly pleasant either.

I forget to mention that after the Faire, Mason came over, we had dinner, and then we went to see Tron on the big screen at the E Street theater. I admit to being an ubergeek, and knowing about the Tron subculture, but I'd never actually seen it. It was hilarious, I must say, and I enjoyed every minute, although, because it had started past midnight, I do admit to inadvertent eye closing here and there. Jeff Bridges was actually really hot -- I'm not quite sure what happened to him ("Wha' Happen!?") since my most tangible memory of him is in "The Vanishing" with Kiefer Sutherland where he was old and fat and weird/slurry. Also, the humor of the computer programmers all have MONSTROUS glasses. Thank goodness they took them off before any kissing scenes.

Also, why haven't they made desks like Dillinger's?? In real life, that is. It fucking ROCKED. I want one.

Oh, and also, last night, I got struck with this strange wave of sadness after Mason dropped me off. I'll actually admit that, even though it was nearly 3, I stayed up for almost 3 hours crying and feeling sorry for myself. I don't quite know what came over me. I just hope it stays away. ::sigh::

I should also mention my fun-filled afternoon on Friday, when Greg & Reene came over and went swimming in the pool. It was so nice to get additional QT time with Greg before he left for Denver, and we had some priceless and hilarious quotes:

reene: ...and he had a vestigial third nipple.
amalthya: I don't think a third nipple would be called "vestigial"
reene: Sure it would! You know, in pre-history, where we had nipples all up and down our chests -- like lizards!!

or this one: (which wasn't actually from Friday, but Thursday)

grysar: Nothing says "summertime" like little kid urine.

So anyway, the weekend has been good. Even though, to be honest, the sadness from yesterday is still resonating today. I'll gack from "The Power of One" and say that the lonely birds continue to circle my heart and drop stones. It's the best metaphor I can think of right now.