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10 October 2004 - 9:07 am Ren Faire. {shrug} Eh.
Soon after we got there a couple of people came up to me. There was a guy in costume and there was a guy in a dress. It wasn't drag, tho, just a guy in a dress. With a goatee.
Me and Greg stopped at a Bubble Vendor while Kirsten was looking at massage supplies. It was mostly just fancy bottles filled with colored dish soap.
The bestest time at the Faire was had at the Utilikilt tent. Me want. Me want lots. Unfortunately, me can't afford right now. But I did get sized so I can order one off their website. So the woman there has me try one on. First she finds my size by putting one on over my pants and asking, "Under the barrel or across?" I tell her "under" and she gets a kilt that fits me better. Then she orders me to face the rack o' kilts, holds the kilt up around my waist and says, "Drop your drawers." So I do, and she snaps it around my waist and throws a belt on me. I hop over to the mirror and check it out, and letmetellyou, I look goooooooooood in a kilt. So Sales Chick starts trying to sell me a kilt. "See? It hangs nicely. And when you've taken off the 'wear it's excellent. You swing your hips side to side like this (with her hands on my hips) and get the clock going. Or front to back, get the air conditioning going." Then she lifts up the back of my kilt a little, saying, "Sorry, I have to do this now. OK?" And she slides a couple fingers down the back of the kilt to check what kind of 'wear I wearing. I wish I had a camera to record the priceless look on her face. "YOU'RE NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR!" Well that was it for the faire. Oh, except when Bill said that earlier in the day some Celts were talking about waging war with the Fairies. I pictured blonde, waif-like candy-ravers running around with sparkley wings and pointy ears screaming, "Hate crimes! Hate crimes!" HA! � � |