The Ren. Fair yesterday was amazing. Sis and I weren't in costume... and we were probably the only LVA-ites who didn't. Karen was looking like a red, sword-swinging mistress of French death, and was whistled at several times by several guys.

John tagged along for much of the day, and at some point accidently sliced Karen's finger while he was playing around with the sword she brought. Also, he was wearing a "sports kilt." Thankfully he wasn't being traditional, but he still spun around and flashed his boxers at us at any opportune moment.

I didn't buy the random knives and swords that I wanted to (even though I did have much money that day) but I got a shinai, a skull pen (which Emily found excessively cute), and a hand-made journal with pressed maple leaves for only $10. Score!

Had some delicious steak and mushroom meat pie, really really good fish'n'chips, extremely sweet shaved ice, and... several pounds of inhaled grass. At some point I got completely congested and could only speak legibly when I faked a (bad) Scottish accent.

Emily and Adrienne were both dressed like wenches and were being led around by their slave-mother Rose (who looked at home with her Moor-ish dancer-ness) and Marcy was rampantly searching for a nice... disturbingness.

I wanted to get a leather vest or a corset... but finally decided against it.

Sis was getting ideas for random accessories, and she bought a poison/puzzle ring.

All four of us perused many a weaponry shop. One was peddling "Damascus" blades (including one made with a meteorite core) while another had a nice and deadly TaiChi sword for sale. Karen was eyeing all the basket-cased sharpness and I had my eye on getting a set of Spanish dagger-and-rapier, but as I said I talked myself out of it. Tried looking for chainmail so I can go as Romeo for next year's Halloween dance.

Was tempted to buy this nice burgundy feather hair ornament for my glam-rock costume, but it was a complete rip-off. I could easily make one for $2 instead of paying $5. And that's what I plan to do.

Am now a fan of the Wild Celts... if only for the lead singer. Sexiness in a kilt, he is. A pity that he wasn't being traditional (he had black boxer briefs on... you really didn't have to do much searching to eventually see em) but still... mmph!

Me: "You know what they need? They need a mail pole... erm, man po-- May pole."

Karen: "You said male pole."

Me: "Um... dammit, I can't help it if I'm distracted at the moment!"

Did some archery and... I blatantly sucked. Better than the two guys next to me at least; I managed to hit the next-to-center segment of the target twice. My fingers were a tad bit sore, but not as badly as Karen's were after she had played earlier that day.

Nearing the end of the fair, Karen and the rest of us searched rampantly for Randy. Eventually John and Adrienne sat down to rest because the girl's feet were hurting. Later I joined them while sis and Karen continued their search.

The wish bubble that Karen found worked; the two plus Randy and a friend came 'round after the fire-juggler act and... yeah.

So, today I'm stuck with one hell of an allergy-induced congestion, slightly wheezing breath... and I have to sing today at church.

Fate loves me.