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medieval fairs kick ass
we ended up going to the medieval fair yesterday. minus shaci, who backed out because of the tornado hitting down the street from her house last week. and minus mom, as dad only decided for sure two days ago. but i'm going again with mom this coming sunday, the last day of the fair, and this time i'm going in costume. why? because yesterday i spent more money than anyone ever should on a bodice for my dress. it's very pretty, dark blue, with a horrible ribbon lacing it up--i'll need to go to walmart for a new one this week. and to get some shoes. a giant medieval fair with no shoes, except some black leather pirate looking things. insanity. we had fun. there was a guy selling nuts in paper cones. i love that guy. get your hot, sweet nuts. alicia loved it. the fun thing about medieval fairs is that you're weird if you're not in costume. which made us all weird...
i saw two guys worth mentioning. the first i saw when we first came in, and he looked exactly like i'd imagined skif from the mercedes lackey books, maybe 19 or 20, the full rogue-y outfit, with the leather boots and all. sharp, pretty eyes. dark blond instead of dark brown hair...but he was a knockout anyway. i mean, seriously. mrow. i couldn't stop staring at the second guy. late 20's/early 30's, dark dark hair cut just how i like it, pirate top, tight black pants, black boots, leaning against a doorframe. if i have a fetish, this guy is it. robin thinks it's men in tights, but she just doesn't know. anyway, this guy was so gorgeous because he was exactly how i pictured ravis from the barbed coil. sort of how he's drawn on the cover, except hotter, and without a contorted expression on his face. he was a jouster or whatever. i had to go and ruin my fantasy when i made them stay for the beginning of the joust, and he had a chainmail thing on his head, prancing like a moron on his horse. i live to be disappointed. guys suck without their hair.
i've said it before. it's a good thing guys look right through me, or i'd be a whore.
there were some horrible people there. dad says they all check their shame at the door. one chick was really big, and she had on a tiny little corset, and it pushed everything up all the way around, so that she had rolls of fat where her shoulderblades should have been. as in, she had more in back than most people have in front. and we kept running into her, and i kept shuddering. there were a few other people who had no business wearing what they were. then there was this adorable short and very thin chick, maybe early 20's, who sort of made herself into a cheetah woman. she had spots painted on her back and her hair was cut really short, and she had a spear and leather bits and stuff. it was cool.
and anyway. now i have this horrific sunburn, a reminder of why i like the inside better. except my face. spf 15 in maxfactor, yo.
i'm reading high fidelity the book and currently have high fidelity the movie on pause. again. book is v. cool. better than fight club the book, even. yay for british men who write stuff.
and yay for porn clerks.
tonight on abc: the diary of ellen rimbauer. prequel to rose red, although not written by stephen king. the author's name isn't on the book, and it's written in sk's style, you know, with lesbians and stuff, which made everyone think he wrote it. but it was just some novelizer, novelizationer, novel-something-er guy. i'm glad they only started commercials for it this weekend, something a little abnormal. i hate having to wait for this stuff.
3:49 pm - 05.12.03
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