Faire report
Chez Jason. I've thus far had a restful weekend-- Friday night we came home, grilled steak, and watched movies in honor of his birthday. We had a lot of grand plans regarding other birthday festivities, but the rain began to pour down, so instead we opened up all the windows and cuddled on the couch while the breeze came in. We ended up falling asleep earlier than expected. Oh the adventures of Maude and Claude, octagenarians extraordinaire.
Saturday, we got up for Faire and got going an hour later than expected simply because nothing in my costuming wanted to be easy. I hadn't planned out what I was going to wear ahead of time and was being terribly indecisive. I think it turned out okay. We got to Faire, and the first thing we did was get Jason a kilt. We went to Wolfstone and got a gorgeous tartan in dark blue, green, and black. When asked if he knew his family geneology, he said not yet, and I replied that if this was the wrong kilt, we'd just have to go through the terrible pain of buying him another. Because let me tell you. My man is fucking sexy in a kilt. I spent all day getting in semi-subtle ass-grabs. My libido, let me show you it. I then picked him up his last birthday gift, an "insolent minion" mug from Dancing Pig Pottery, and after all shopping swag was stowed away (hi
wilhelmina_d!), we were off to wander. We caught London Broil, we caught Hack & Slash, and we caught the amazing Albannach. I have got to get some of their CDs. At Albannach, I bumped into 
indigatrix and lapinetrose for some improv dancing.
From there, it was off to O'Shucks to meet up with people for a birthday drink. I was lame and had water, as I was sweating so hard from the humidity and dancing. But Chris & Sarah, Jess (from college),deliriouscat & Shieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeela, Julie & Dan, thewhitedragon, and thatliardiego were there, which more than made up for my sobriety. We chatted and I had chocolate cake. thatliardiego amazed us with some of the most awesome card tricks I have ever seen. It was truly magical.
From there, it was off to the Rogues' last show at the Dragon... I did some dancing there, as well. One guy thanked me for doing real bellydance, as the "bellydancers" at faire tend to appear to be approximating the dance from Shakira videos. I mean, I'm all for dancing fun in all its myriad forms and RenFest costuming is generally a fantasy-inspired exercise-- jumping around and shaking your thang is totally acceptable. Even somewhat salaciously. But the bottom line, I think, is that everything has a time and place. Faire is a family event, an all-ages atmosphere, and I don't care if you're in a "pub," there are still little children running around and striptease-inspired dance under the guise of "bellydance" is not appropriate. Here endeth my curmudgeonly speech; lawd knows that one such dancer had already been giving me SupaStinkeye. For what, I have no idea; to my knowledge, we'd never met. Also? A shawl is not a shirt. Especially not thin, sweat-makes-me-sheer shawl.
J and I left at closing cannons after trying the wonder that is macaroni-and-cheese on a stick (YUM). I'm planning to go back Oct. 18th, but I may crave it before then and beg a ride a little earlier. I think I have to be a Fairever Pass holder next year.
We got home and showered off the crud (Brooke? Your Birth Right soap was Jason's absolute favorite gift this year, and he has stated a need to stock up on more). We finally got around to those other festivities before having some chocolate and whipped cream covered strawberries. Then I fell asleep on him while we watched Man Vs. Wild. Bear Grylls just loves to pee on stuff, doesn't he?
We were woken up by Kiah the kitty cat begging for breakfast. She's a really skittish cat, but seems to be finally warming up to me. She "talks" to me and rubs me when I walk through the door. This is the first time she's actually gotten up on the bed while I was in it, though. Now, I'm waiting for him to be finished with our breakfast. He just brought me chocolate coffee. :) Today will be commissions, commissions, commissions. So relaxing.
Saturday, we got up for Faire and got going an hour later than expected simply because nothing in my costuming wanted to be easy. I hadn't planned out what I was going to wear ahead of time and was being terribly indecisive. I think it turned out okay. We got to Faire, and the first thing we did was get Jason a kilt. We went to Wolfstone and got a gorgeous tartan in dark blue, green, and black. When asked if he knew his family geneology, he said not yet, and I replied that if this was the wrong kilt, we'd just have to go through the terrible pain of buying him another. Because let me tell you. My man is fucking sexy in a kilt. I spent all day getting in semi-subtle ass-grabs. My libido, let me show you it. I then picked him up his last birthday gift, an "insolent minion" mug from Dancing Pig Pottery, and after all shopping swag was stowed away (hi
wilhelmina_d!), we were off to wander. We caught London Broil, we caught Hack & Slash, and we caught the amazing Albannach. I have got to get some of their CDs. At Albannach, I bumped into indigatrix and lapinetrose for some improv dancing. From there, it was off to O'Shucks to meet up with people for a birthday drink. I was lame and had water, as I was sweating so hard from the humidity and dancing. But Chris & Sarah, Jess (from college),
deliriouscat & Shieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeela, Julie & Dan, thewhitedragon, and thatliardiego were there, which more than made up for my sobriety. We chatted and I had chocolate cake. thatliardiego amazed us with some of the most awesome card tricks I have ever seen. It was truly magical.From there, it was off to the Rogues' last show at the Dragon... I did some dancing there, as well. One guy thanked me for doing real bellydance, as the "bellydancers" at faire tend to appear to be approximating the dance from Shakira videos. I mean, I'm all for dancing fun in all its myriad forms and RenFest costuming is generally a fantasy-inspired exercise-- jumping around and shaking your thang is totally acceptable. Even somewhat salaciously. But the bottom line, I think, is that everything has a time and place. Faire is a family event, an all-ages atmosphere, and I don't care if you're in a "pub," there are still little children running around and striptease-inspired dance under the guise of "bellydance" is not appropriate. Here endeth my curmudgeonly speech; lawd knows that one such dancer had already been giving me SupaStinkeye. For what, I have no idea; to my knowledge, we'd never met. Also? A shawl is not a shirt. Especially not thin, sweat-makes-me-sheer shawl.
J and I left at closing cannons after trying the wonder that is macaroni-and-cheese on a stick (YUM). I'm planning to go back Oct. 18th, but I may crave it before then and beg a ride a little earlier. I think I have to be a Fairever Pass holder next year.
We got home and showered off the crud (Brooke? Your Birth Right soap was Jason's absolute favorite gift this year, and he has stated a need to stock up on more). We finally got around to those other festivities before having some chocolate and whipped cream covered strawberries. Then I fell asleep on him while we watched Man Vs. Wild. Bear Grylls just loves to pee on stuff, doesn't he?
We were woken up by Kiah the kitty cat begging for breakfast. She's a really skittish cat, but seems to be finally warming up to me. She "talks" to me and rubs me when I walk through the door. This is the first time she's actually gotten up on the bed while I was in it, though. Now, I'm waiting for him to be finished with our breakfast. He just brought me chocolate coffee. :) Today will be commissions, commissions, commissions. So relaxing.