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I'm like a bird--I'll only eat a bug.
Sep. 29th, 2001 10:14 pmBound was last night. It was nice to see Cari again, and it's always nice to see Liz. Got my membership thingie pushed to the next stage, and was home by four. And up early for Renne Faire.
Yep, lots of people, hot and dusty, but fun. And I got to see the new Sound and Fury team do a new show (not as good as Romeo/Juliet but still very enjoyable) even though I sat in the direct sun through the performance. (Aie! It burns! It burns!) Megs played with Jole's little girl, which was of course adorable, and he heavily tipped the bellydancers who Brett declared unworthy of his notice. (We think maybe Brett's repressed.)I got hugs from Willie Bangor at the King's Feast, which is always a fine thing.
When we got home, I was too tired to be able to express my thoughts on personal cleanliness (My thought is that a bath is like a soup, and should be followed by a shower rather than preceeded by one. If one scrubbed the tub after the shower, and proceeded to stop sweating or exuding oils, and a few other steps, then the order these are performed in would be moot.) But now, obviously, I've had a little food and a little rest and am feeling, if not less sore, then at least more coherent.
Tomorrow early early I have to get to the Marriot up by 101 and spend another 9 hours on my feet (which, after the past 24 hours, may suck a little) and will then see if I have the energy to flee to Megs' Feng Shui game and see pretty costumes. Knock wood.
Yep, lots of people, hot and dusty, but fun. And I got to see the new Sound and Fury team do a new show (not as good as Romeo/Juliet but still very enjoyable) even though I sat in the direct sun through the performance. (Aie! It burns! It burns!) Megs played with Jole's little girl, which was of course adorable, and he heavily tipped the bellydancers who Brett declared unworthy of his notice. (We think maybe Brett's repressed.)I got hugs from Willie Bangor at the King's Feast, which is always a fine thing.
When we got home, I was too tired to be able to express my thoughts on personal cleanliness (My thought is that a bath is like a soup, and should be followed by a shower rather than preceeded by one. If one scrubbed the tub after the shower, and proceeded to stop sweating or exuding oils, and a few other steps, then the order these are performed in would be moot.) But now, obviously, I've had a little food and a little rest and am feeling, if not less sore, then at least more coherent.
Tomorrow early early I have to get to the Marriot up by 101 and spend another 9 hours on my feet (which, after the past 24 hours, may suck a little) and will then see if I have the energy to flee to Megs' Feng Shui game and see pretty costumes. Knock wood.