Okay boys and girls, it's
story time. Everyone come sit on the carpet.... bring your
blankies.... and be very quiet or I'll introduce you to my little
friend......Shoosh! :-) Now then does everyone have their juice
and cookies? Well, go put them on a shelf somewhere before you
ruin *another* keyboard! Jeesh, how many times do I have to
remind you children? :-)
SO THIS IS TUX....
As has been previously mentioned, we didn't make gate. It was the
wenches fault. Really. Hey, it's my story. Go write your own if you
don't like it. *g* Anyway, we arrive at Tux and proceed directly
to Fellowship Foundry.
Of course, since it's before
noon, Bethany's not quite stirring about yet. So I visit with Adam
and Wolfen for
awhile and then the Goddess of
herself makes her grand entrance. Yay! Much rejoicing, hugs,
kisses, kiltchecks and "where's the clean privy?"
commence. During all this, we meet up with (the
Visitors to Tux)
Normtuba, LynneD & Randy, and Mistress Catherine & Bill (The
Gang of AFR).
From there we proceed to find the man, the myth, the
legend...that's right, you know him, you love him, you wonder how
he does that whole neck-nibble thing so well.... Lars,
the Cookie-Puss of Wrong. But alas, it seems Lars fell into a giant
vat of industrial strength, crunchy tea and has been awake for
approximately two and a half centuries. He's upstairs polishing
and buffing....pewter, you preverts! So we lounge around the
front of Lundegaard armoury, smell the roses <sniiiiiiffffff!!!> and chat
with Bug for awhile,
which is a show in and of it's self.
OFF TO SEE IDIOTS
Somehow I only managed to see one show on Saturday....The Flaming
Idiots. It was a pretty good show, IMO. I'd give it a 7....it's
got a nice beat, but you can't dance to it. Then it was off to
shop and meander. Personally, I love to meander. Sometimes I'll
just meander around my living room, sometimes around the
neighborhood, but nothing beats a good old Faire meander. We ran
into several other otters as the day progressed and frequently
stopped by the Armoury and the Foundry. Finally it came time to
call it a day and return to Casa de Salim. As we're making
buh-byes in front of the Foundry, Elf, Duckie, Alison and
Rick show up. A quick hug-hug,
kiss-kiss and we're off for the day.
SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY!!
Once again we fail to make gate and of course it's all the
wenches......oh alright! It was *my* fault, both days.
*mumble-mumble-i'malatekilter,sosueme-mumble-mumble* Anyway, once
again we invade Tux and give our morning greetings to everyone.
Milk? *eg* Then it's time for my mandatory daily show and this time we
go see "Instant Shakespeare". Very funny, very clever
improvisational show. ("Get a room, funboys!") Of
special note for the day: CONGRATULATIONS TO RANDY AND LYNNED!!
They won the costume contest! Huzzah!! Bill, Cathy, Bethany, Vicky and I cheered our little otter
hearts out for them and then we all stood around with judges
(Nobles) and traded costuming tips. At some point in the
afternoon there was the First Official
Wench Walk of the season!
I LOVE Faire!!
But this is the closest I've gotten to being
so far. Thanks
Dranaan (w/ Zippy)! *g* On a personal note,
A big kilted hug for Cathy and Bill for
finding me Seaweed (the BeanieBaby Otter) who spent the day
riding around on my sword hilt. And I'd like to thank Alison
(*smooch*) for gifting me with the *cutest* otter puppet....yes,
a puppet. You see you stick your hand up it's....well, nevermind
I WON, I WON, I WON....NEENER-NEENER-NEENER
Speaking of sticking your hands up things....I feel I must set
the record straight on something. Kiltchecks. Now then the way I
feel it should be done, and the way that the Queen of Kiltchecks
does it, is she squats down and reaches up the kilt in the back
or side checking for underwear. Fairly safe, fairly painless.
Nobody is really embarassed, no one loses their sight and planes
aren't pulled off course. But, some people (okay, just one...)
can't seem to follow this time honored tradition that must surely
date back centuries. Oh no, they (okay, *she*....) seems to think
that a kiltcheck involves *flinging* the FRONT of the kilt up in
the middle of the freakin' Faire! Which in and of itself is bad
enough if your last name's not Holmes, but she (okay,
Alison-Leather Goddess-Snipe-BattleBitch-CSGD) also had to have
the papparazzi and a Wench
Squad along to help. Hmmphff.
Now then, as you may have heard, Alison did indeed try and yes,
she is fairly quick (low to the ground- less wind resistance, no
doubt) but.....she did NOT succeed! Ha! Double ha! Okay, she
*may* have flipped it a little a couple of times.....ONLY after
chasing me up and down the hill for an hour and calling in her
minions to help. Oh! and the papparazzi I mentioned earlier? Ray
and John. My own clansmen...my brothers...fellow Rogue's Guild
members...turned on me! Traitors. In the heart, all of you. *s*
GO WEST, YOUNG ELF
(Ed note: It was this weekend that Da
Bronxelf left for CA.)
And *that*, children, is the end of my tale. Now lay down, rest
your heads and if a darkhaired elf dressed in green happens to be
walking her weezows through the valley of your dreams.... blow
her a kiss for me and fling happy thoughts in her general