i get poked by fairy wings a lot
sunday, april 7, 2002
hi. i went to a renessaince fair. there was sun. lots of grilled slabs of meat the size of baby extremities. i had ribbon fries. mmm, ribbon-fries! over-eager people expressing platitudes in a wide range of very faux british accents with distinct north carolinian traces in'em. there was jousting. woo, jousting! and tons of over-priced accessories (get a bottle of glue, bag of coloured chicken feathers and some ribbons and you too could be in business in no time). in short, it was fun.
it's strange. i'm a fairly dramatic person, and i absolutely adore dressing up in various costumes, but i don't have one iota of whatever it is that allows ren-faire people to get into character and run with it. they seem to have such a good time curtseying and "my ladying" everybody and i.. just feel very 'eeeeh' about it.
it makes me grinchy. i just lack the rollplaying gene. i always see "people prancing about pretending" and never "hey, that woman is the queen of england!" and it really takes a bit of an effort from me not to scoff audibly when i'm adressed as "my lady" -- dude, if i'm in your world, i'd be a wench at best, so don't even go there.
and yet i love the dressing-up part of it. aah, the costumes. i spent a lot of time wishing i had brought my prom dress--or rather, faithful halloween dress-- to america. first year i forego it and arf, i get a random chance to wear it. very typical. so i suggested to tania (fair companion and ren-faire volunteer) that we go to the ren-faire in charlotte in the fall and i'll bring back my dress and she agreed. wee!
i ran into an old nc acquaintance: joseph and his current girlfriend. i haven't seen him in about two years. i had serious trouble remembering his name. he used to be half of the "jesse and joseph" duo, so i muttered "jesse and.. wtf.. jesse and.. jesse and joseph! HEY JOSEPH!" as he walked by. very blast from the past.
he looked exactly the same as he's always looked, and his girlfriend looked like a typical joseph-girlfriend (hippie-chickie with dreadlocks :) ). 'twas fun. and brief.
my two and a half years in chapel hill seem strangely hazy and far-a-way by now, a mere two years later. encountering pieces of it now is such a strange experience. i guess sometimes my merciful brain will gently contract months with more bad than good in them into a small, hazy mess of memories. that suits me just fine.
hey, i got the first sun-burn of the year. yep. my nose's distinctly vaguely pink, as is my chin. but the jousting was definitely worth that. mmm, burly men in chain-mail on horsies--wee!
and now i'm back at the campus echo, toiling away at the layout, photo's and review of the kid's musical put on by the school theatre department. yey, work! cin cin. �� 11:56 p.m.
