Another beautiful weekend at faire.  The weather was perfect.  I can't beleive how nice this summer has been for faire.  I hope it stays that way for the 3 weekends left.

Saturday saw overcast skies which I think kept most people away.  It only rained for about 5 minutes around 6 of the clock.  It was a great day to be at faire.  Not much going on, just the usual interaction with friends and laughing at our frolics.  Sometimes we do the most stupid things.  Why, I have not a clue.

Sunday was a busy day.  It was feast day, Day of Wrong and our Poker Runneth.  I wore chainmaille and had "Mischief" painted in braille.  I loved the people that actually tried to read it with their eyes.  Hello....braille.  Yes I know one can read braille, but come on...most of the people that make up the faire are not the people that can read braille.  There were quite a few that got the joke and "read" it with their fingers.  Soon it became "The bedtime story" to read.  My chainmaille consisted of a skirt with various chain letters on it.  Get it...chainmaille.  Ya.  Like I would ever wear chainmaille.  No, the cupcakes are filled enough and overflow would be a bad thing.  I have to admit no one spoiled the suprise and it was hilarious to see everyone come find me to see me in chainmaille.  The guys were hoping for the real thing...um no.

Dan went as Dirkslinger.  A celtic cowboy.  There were just way too many fantasies in that one costume.  He wore his cowboy boots with his kilt hose and flashes.  He had his totally western shirt that has the cowboy placket in the front which he wore quite sexily opened.  He had on his cowboy hat.  And his kilt.  He wore his belt and holster and put his dirk in the holster.  Ya...Dirkslinger.  It was good considering I came up with the idea an hour before we left in the morning.  Men!

We had the Slim Jim man (only in a yellow kilt), we had a Pirate Plumber complete with a Plumber's Cracken in the back of his pants (get it).  We had tutus and a bananna.  Some year I want to Pirates of Oz.  I want to make my pirate boots red and sparkling with the cute blue ginham bodice and skirt.  One of these years!

The poker run was fun.  Stu "don't rush me" O'Gara won.  He was so proud of it.  Everyone seemed to be having a good time and the feedback I got was that I was the only person at faire that can get all the various playtron groups to play together.  That was a good compliment. 

Only three weekends left now.  Time is flying by, so we must be having fun!

Another weekend come and gone. 

Saturday was busy.  It seemed everywhere I went someone wanted to talk to me.  Even when I sat down next to a dane, they wanted to talk.  It never seemed to stop.  The highlight of the day was seeing Monk back at the shoppe.  He looks thinner and paler but it was still incredible to hug him again.  He's very important to me and had anything happened to him, I would have been heartbroken.  Haggis and Scarlet were in for a weekend visit.  It's always good to see them.  He always make me feel beautiful.  Most of the day was just spent talking and laughing. 

Sunday was just a blah day.  I was in a funk.  I had fun, but it always feels like something is missing.  I just don't seem to have the strength to do two days in a row anymore. 

I think the stress from all the crap at home is getting to me.  I am tired of every weekday adding a new chapter to the drama.  It just never ends.  It never ends.