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oakenguyAnd now, the events of the weekend.
FRIDAY: the birthday blowout bash. I discover that bourbon & coke + guinness + jager (separate drinks in separate bars, folks, I'm not THAT cruel to my stomach) gives me the walk, if not the looks and talent, of Jack Sparrow. And that the top of my head seems to fascinate scary-looking drunks. PROFESSIONAL drunks. (I quote: "Mmmbummbu heroin mmmbumm pixies! mmmb fucked up inner fuckin arms mmmmjunk you mmmm mean?") That's before the scorpion bowl. And the singing. I seem to remember singing. Hopefully my friends were too drunk to remember.
SATURDAY: First day of Pirate Faire. The remnants of Hurricane Ivan hits. I am wandering around the Danvers Target at 8:27AM, hungover, my tongue feeling like it's swollen to twice its normal size, desperately looking for a pair of shoes for my costume (long story. Mice made a home in the old pair. Okay, maybe not so long) when I get the call--the rain's so bad they're cancelling the show for the day. ("There are ducks swimming in the parking lot" was the way it was phrased. A bad break for the show, and the people who can't make it Sunday; a reprieve for me. I rest and heal.
SUNDAY: The Faire! Torture! Pirates! Rodents of all shapes and sizes! That'll be in the next post, after I've downloaded my pics. ;)
FRIDAY: the birthday blowout bash. I discover that bourbon & coke + guinness + jager (separate drinks in separate bars, folks, I'm not THAT cruel to my stomach) gives me the walk, if not the looks and talent, of Jack Sparrow. And that the top of my head seems to fascinate scary-looking drunks. PROFESSIONAL drunks. (I quote: "Mmmbummbu heroin mmmbumm pixies! mmmb fucked up inner fuckin arms mmmmjunk you mmmm mean?") That's before the scorpion bowl. And the singing. I seem to remember singing. Hopefully my friends were too drunk to remember.
SATURDAY: First day of Pirate Faire. The remnants of Hurricane Ivan hits. I am wandering around the Danvers Target at 8:27AM, hungover, my tongue feeling like it's swollen to twice its normal size, desperately looking for a pair of shoes for my costume (long story. Mice made a home in the old pair. Okay, maybe not so long) when I get the call--the rain's so bad they're cancelling the show for the day. ("There are ducks swimming in the parking lot" was the way it was phrased. A bad break for the show, and the people who can't make it Sunday; a reprieve for me. I rest and heal.
SUNDAY: The Faire! Torture! Pirates! Rodents of all shapes and sizes! That'll be in the next post, after I've downloaded my pics. ;)
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:45 pm (UTC)