Renfest entry, part one.
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Last day of festival was today!
I hung out with
atdt1991 for most of Festival, and visited every clothing store on site in a near-fruitless attempt to get him a headkerchief. It was a journey nearing epic stature when we were pointed back to a place that we had already stopped in at, and found that they had an entire basket full of them, at a quite reasonable price.
bob_the_mighty left the booth!
Both of them said many really funny and witty things, and I can't remember any of them because I didn't bring any paper with me.
Except I showed
atdt1991 the Supah Sekrit Privies, and he named them "The Privies of Solitude", and so they shall be known henceforth.
I also got stuck in the parking lot for an hour. Yes, you read that correctly, an hour. I ended up putting my car in park and perusing the photos I took today.
In an effort to distract you all from the fact that I can't remember a thing I will now dazzle you with pictures.
This is the dancer from Nómmó Bugunté that has been with the troupe for awhile. She's a great dancer.

This is Nómmó Bugunté.

Mummers. Oh, okay, just one.

Belly dancers from the parade.

Mmm...them again, oh yes.

Her outfit was rather striking. I have heard that she is well known for other...er...outfits (or lack thereof) as well.

So I walk up to the Queen's area, and I see that all of the Musketeers are there, and I think, hey! Photo op! I pull out the camera, find a place to stand, and just as I focus...the pirate below kills all three in short succession. *headdesk*

Someone, somewhere, thought of an idea..."Let's make a dipping booth!" "Oh, yeah, we can have people dip their own candles!" "No, no, no! We'll have them dip their hands in the wax! And maybe roses." "That's it! I'm divorcing you! This is the last straw!"
I cannot believe the lines for this booth. Every year. Nearly every weekend. It simply astonishes me. Isn't there some threshold, some limit, after which everyone in the known universe who cares to possess a paraffin impression of their paw has already done so?
Nope. It will go on FOREVAH. Even in the year 94670234 glorpovats will be encasing their tentacular appendages in melted waxy substances.

I hung out with
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Both of them said many really funny and witty things, and I can't remember any of them because I didn't bring any paper with me.
Except I showed
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I also got stuck in the parking lot for an hour. Yes, you read that correctly, an hour. I ended up putting my car in park and perusing the photos I took today.
In an effort to distract you all from the fact that I can't remember a thing I will now dazzle you with pictures.
This is the dancer from Nómmó Bugunté that has been with the troupe for awhile. She's a great dancer.
This is Nómmó Bugunté.
Mummers. Oh, okay, just one.
Belly dancers from the parade.
Mmm...them again, oh yes.
Her outfit was rather striking. I have heard that she is well known for other...er...outfits (or lack thereof) as well.
So I walk up to the Queen's area, and I see that all of the Musketeers are there, and I think, hey! Photo op! I pull out the camera, find a place to stand, and just as I focus...the pirate below kills all three in short succession. *headdesk*
Someone, somewhere, thought of an idea..."Let's make a dipping booth!" "Oh, yeah, we can have people dip their own candles!" "No, no, no! We'll have them dip their hands in the wax! And maybe roses." "That's it! I'm divorcing you! This is the last straw!"
I cannot believe the lines for this booth. Every year. Nearly every weekend. It simply astonishes me. Isn't there some threshold, some limit, after which everyone in the known universe who cares to possess a paraffin impression of their paw has already done so?
Nope. It will go on FOREVAH. Even in the year 94670234 glorpovats will be encasing their tentacular appendages in melted waxy substances.
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