There and Back Again
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oakenguyGood Faire day today, woo! Having a full night's sleep does wonders, I must say. (The paranoia and neurotic behavior gets cut nearly in half, for one thing). The crowd was much bigger, really into the show, and included a lovely and entertaining NE_Rennie contingent!
It was after the show that tragedy ensued. The NE_Rennies and I had agreed on a place for supper that none of us had actually been to, the Red Parrot. Did we know that the Parrot was three buildings away from the Newport Celtic Festival? No. Did we know what the Newport waterfront traffic and parking situation was like on a Labor Day Weekend/festival evening? No sir, we did not.
Long story short, I got separated from them. And by the time I'd found a place to park (illegally, for pirates care not for resident permits, arrrr) and worked my way through the mobs of New York yachting/Celtic vacationers down to the Parrot, they were nowhere to be seen. I searched all three floors of the restaurant, I wandered up and down the sidewalk, I checked the Cheeky Monkey Cafe down the street (for if any Cafe would catch their eye, I thought it would be that one)...nothing. Finally I worked my slow way back to the car and headed out of town, stopping for a really bad Chinese buffet at the border. (General note: three or more neon lottery signs in a window + the presence of french fries and pizza on the buffet = not a high-class establishment).
I loved today, though. Especially since Jane and I got to be present at the arrival of our #1 patron, Sir Jacob.
Sir Jacob's about six, and arrived in a leather jerkin with a sword made out of Legos which, on second thought, he put back in the minivan for safety's sake. He introduced himself to me and said "We met you guys at the water--that place by the boats!" (Some of the cast had been handing out flyers downtown the night before). "You probably heard about me, huh?"
I hadn't, but I should have--he was EVERYWHERE. When I was being led around in chains by the Cardinal's Guard he stood up to them with his certificate of Crusader-dom in his hand (letting them know he was an official knight-in-training) and demanded they release me; later on at Jane's trial his little voice kept piping up "Nooo! She's innocent!" And he kept asking his dad to get Queen Anne's phone number. When Queen Anne (thinking she was being hit on) asked why, he said "So we can invite you over for Christmas!"
I think we should do it. Show up at his house at Christmas. It'll make his month, give his family a great story, and heaven knows we need more patrons like him.
Tomorrow: last day. End of the season. Will sleep now so I don't have to think about it.
It was after the show that tragedy ensued. The NE_Rennies and I had agreed on a place for supper that none of us had actually been to, the Red Parrot. Did we know that the Parrot was three buildings away from the Newport Celtic Festival? No. Did we know what the Newport waterfront traffic and parking situation was like on a Labor Day Weekend/festival evening? No sir, we did not.
Long story short, I got separated from them. And by the time I'd found a place to park (illegally, for pirates care not for resident permits, arrrr) and worked my way through the mobs of New York yachting/Celtic vacationers down to the Parrot, they were nowhere to be seen. I searched all three floors of the restaurant, I wandered up and down the sidewalk, I checked the Cheeky Monkey Cafe down the street (for if any Cafe would catch their eye, I thought it would be that one)...nothing. Finally I worked my slow way back to the car and headed out of town, stopping for a really bad Chinese buffet at the border. (General note: three or more neon lottery signs in a window + the presence of french fries and pizza on the buffet = not a high-class establishment).
I loved today, though. Especially since Jane and I got to be present at the arrival of our #1 patron, Sir Jacob.
Sir Jacob's about six, and arrived in a leather jerkin with a sword made out of Legos which, on second thought, he put back in the minivan for safety's sake. He introduced himself to me and said "We met you guys at the water--that place by the boats!" (Some of the cast had been handing out flyers downtown the night before). "You probably heard about me, huh?"
I hadn't, but I should have--he was EVERYWHERE. When I was being led around in chains by the Cardinal's Guard he stood up to them with his certificate of Crusader-dom in his hand (letting them know he was an official knight-in-training) and demanded they release me; later on at Jane's trial his little voice kept piping up "Nooo! She's innocent!" And he kept asking his dad to get Queen Anne's phone number. When Queen Anne (thinking she was being hit on) asked why, he said "So we can invite you over for Christmas!"
I think we should do it. Show up at his house at Christmas. It'll make his month, give his family a great story, and heaven knows we need more patrons like him.
Tomorrow: last day. End of the season. Will sleep now so I don't have to think about it.
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Date: 2003-08-31 08:24 pm (UTC)Sir Jacob sounds adorable, I wish I had got to meet him too. :)
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Date: 2003-08-31 09:12 pm (UTC)Anyways, we missed you! We'll have to get together and do dinner with you and Deb now that you can have a life :)
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Date: 2003-09-06 03:49 pm (UTC)Dinner! Relaxation! A life! And are we still on for a haircut?
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Date: 2003-09-06 09:19 pm (UTC)Maybe we can do haircuts on a sunday afternoon or something? Sometime soon as my hair is pissing me off
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Date: 2003-09-01 07:09 am (UTC)