Anywho, back to the weekend. Adam and I arrived very early with a friend to get our campsite.
Saturday morning we were fortunate enough to have an alarm clock. Oh, did I say alarm clock? I meant car alarm! Yes, John opened the back of his new Explorer (congrats, John) and set off the alarm. This being John, he of course then couldn't locate his keys to turn off the
Saturday was pretty much typical Ren Fest, although we were frickin' freezing. Just about everyone scored at the Pirate Auction. Then we went back to camp to eat dinner and start getting our drink on. Now we stop to take a moment and curse Daylight Savings Time as after dinner we were all really tired and wondering just how long into the night we were going to make it when someone made the mistake of asking what time it was. Due to our energy levels and the complete darkness around us, we were figuring an answer of about 8:30 or 9:30 would have been pretty accurate. Turns out we were wrong... way wrong. Yeah, it was only 6:45. We were in for a long night!
Well, everyone started drinking but for some reason I was having trouble actually getting drunk, so I started getting annoyed at everyone. (Surprisingly, Adam was running around being a social butterfly. Apparently someone switched our personalities this weekend!) My annoyance peaked finally and I ended up walking calmly away from the situation. Okay, so maybe when I say I walked away calmly I mean I stormed off and threw about three chairs out of my way, but you get the point. Well, I calmed down and returned to the camp with a fresh perspective on the situation. Said perspective involved switching from mead to rum and coke and helping out a bit by taking about three shots of rum straight from the bottle. A few more of those and I was feeling great and not annoyed at anyone! Yeah, alcohol!
So... once we'd all drank way too much what did we start doing? What so we always end up doing? Making out! Kate at one point made the observation that in the six months she's been single the person she's made out with most is... me! WooHoo! Well, there were many makeouts this evening and I'm not sure who gave me the plague, but I still feel like crap! Speaking of make outs! Guess what I saw, guess what I saw!!! Brian making out with Jessie! Jessie was this new girl most of us just met this weekend! Go Brian! Pictures coming soon (see above).
Sunday morning was the usually slow, hung-over packing of the camp, with one fun twist. We decided Rinie, Derek (Shannon's new boy), and Jessie weren't getting up fast enough. Rinie took our warnings seriously, but after Derek flipped us off, we decided his tent needed to come down. The best part was when he still wouldn't get up, some random guy from another tent jumped on him and started screaming, "You're my baby's daddy!" We pretty much lost it at that point. Hopefully I'll have pics and a short video coming soon. Jessie's tent also came down, and she had a lovely birthing scene trying to get out of it. To get Derek out of his tent, we eventually had to go "fishing". Shannon went into the tent and then Adam and Kuda pulled her out with Derek attached. He was less than pleased. Any more questions? Email me!
-Cindy (11/17)
