Mandi's house is in the exact OPPOSITE direction of the Renaissance Festival, so we didn't get a chance to go see Voltaire on our way down. But I did call Mandi, and she said he's doing fine. Mostly hanging out under her couch, which is a little weird, but she figures he's just homesick. It's only one more week. I'm sure he'll hang in there.
Anyway, over coffee this morning, Kumo and I were discussing the Renaissance Festival.
Me: So we're off to the Renaissance Festival.
K: OH! I didn't bring my costume!
Me: Um, I meant we - Wendy and I, "we". You're not going.
K: Not having my costume isn't that big a deal. I'll just go as a civilian.
Me: It isn't the costume, Kumo. You're not going.
K: Why?!?!?
Me: Because I'm not getting thrown out of another RenFest with you.
K: (Harumph)...you crack one guy's sternum....
Me: He was a PERFORMER! In the middle of a JOUST!
K: As if it's my fault he was a crappy fighter.
Me: He WASN'T a fighter, Kumo!
K: Yeah, no kidding. His technique sucked. He got his ass kicked by a rabbit. I'LL say he wasn't a fighter.
Our house isn't very far from the RenFest site, and I was so excited it seemed like it took no time at all to get there. Beautiful countryside went by (we went the back route) and before I knew it we were at the front gate!
We wandered in, and got lots of cool pictures.
Right now, I really should be doing my phyisology homework for tomorrow. But after that, I'll come back and post some of the pictures. Either tonight or tomorrow morning. Promise!
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