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The Maryland Renaissance Festival - PYRATE INVASION WEEKEND:
Saturday
September 20:
My flight got in
an hour early. I guess Hurricane Isabel created some good tail winds for us. By
my scheduled arrival time I had already fetched my bags and was in my rental car
on the way to Adam & Amy's. I had to make a couple of pit stops at Starbucks
along the way ... it was still the middle of the night according to my internal
clock. Adam was the only one awake when I got to their place. We chatted while I
fished through my suitcases for all the necessary items for the day. It wasn't
too long before Amy and Sarah joined us. OMG ... Sarah is getting so big.
We made it to faire by gate :) It was not nearly as crowded as I expected it to
be. There was hardly anyone in the ticket line and it only took me a few moments
to secure a season pass. I wondered around collecting hugs and chatting until
the cannon sounded. Since I had something important on my schedule first thing
this morning, I had worked my way towards the front with Andre & Bevin. I was
one of the first to pass through the gates. Ahhh. Breath deep. HOME!! Words fail
to express the feeling I get each season when enter Revel Grove for the first
time. It is something almost tangible. It is like being wrapped in the softest
quilt that is still warm from the dryer. I love this place.
My first stop was Stupina to say "good-bye" and pick up a very un-period looking
Fed Ex box. LOL. I'm the queen of non-period, but I have to admit to feeling
uncomfortable carrying this thing. I made my way quickly across the site to the
Chapel to avoid being seen. I did pause for a moment to wave to the King and
Queen. They were busy gigging, but did take the time to nod and blow kisses
before I rushed off to the chapel.
The Tribute:
This is one of those time I really wish I was a gifted writer ... or that there
was a way that
Ani or
Desmond could get inside
my head and make my thoughts dance to life on the paper with that special talent
they have. All I can do is present you with the facts. There is no way I can
accurately portray the beauty or the feelings of the moment.
For months I have been planning a tribute to Bill Huttle. There is no way I
could have pulled it off without immense amounts of assistance from Michele/Columbina/Stupina.
She spent part of each faire day the previous four weeks coordinating the event
with those who would be participating. THANK YOU MICHELE!!
For those that don't
know, Bill was the gentle gaint that portrayed King Henry VIII for thirteen
seasons at MDRF. He passed away on November 12, 2001. To many of us, Bill was
not simply an actor playing a part ... he *was* the King. He was a kind man with
an infectious smile and a jolly laugh that was music to the ears. He is greatly
missed.
By the time I arrived at the chapel I was shaking. Several of the others that
were invited were already gathered. Deep breaths. At Promptly 10:50 we began.
Gary Schwartz played the beautiful song he had composed in Bill's honor, The
Huttle and The Butterfly. Next Michele read the following poem:
They brought the news a moment past, my king in battle slain,
And I, your herald, left behind with those who must remain,
Yes, I who ever went ahead to make your presence known,
Now cannot even follow to the place where you have gone.
Since you were crowned I was your voice, in times both good and ill,
Before this battle I, it was, who told them of your will,
I spoke your words to friend and foe upon this bloody plain,
And now they bring me bitter news, my king in battle slain.
And when you come to judgment now who will announce your name?
Who will proclaim your titles there and all your deeds of fame?
In court and hall and far off lands, in rites of peace and war,
This is the first time of them all I have not gone before.
Perhaps this one last service is nought but a waste of breath,
The say the honors of this life mean nothing after death,
But I on earth will raise a shout to make the heavens ring,
And let God know he comes before the presence of my King!
copyright Heather Rose Jones
from "Songbook Pusher"
Next I managed to choke out most of what I wanted to say. It is a good thing I
had the forethought to write it down. Even with my cheat sheet I still forgot
one whole part. When I finished, everyone opened the envelopes I had distributed
earlier and 16 monarch butterflies were released in Bill's honor. Some of them
fluttered away quickly ... no doubt to The White Hart, Boar's Head or
Middleton's. I stood lost in memories while I watched them. When I looked back
to the others, it took me a moment to catch my breath. 3 of the butterflies were
perched on Michele's cloak. The only thought I had was that Bill must have known
that she really needed a hug :) One was also perched on Keith. We collectively
decided that he must have known that Keith's next stop was the pub and wanted to
catch a ride.
I want to thank everyone that participated.
***Note: I found out later that some people were a little upset with me
that they weren't included. I'm truly sorry if anyone felt left out. There
really was a method to why it was done when and where it was and who was invited
to attend. I know MANY people loved Bill. Please don't take offense if you were
not included. It intentionally was a very small and private gathering.
I spent most of the rest of the day just roaming in circles, enjoying the site
and catching up with friends, old and new. I don't think that I saw a complete
show all day. Not even the Corsairs. I'd catch 5 or 10 minutes of a set and then
run off because I spotted someone I was looking for. At around 1:00 I realized
that I had not seen Fred and went off in search of him. By the Pyrate encampment
I ran into Rob (who was escorting a lovely lady AND the Queen's cup) and asked
him if he might know of the King's where-abouts. He thought for a moment,
glanced over to the White Hart, pointed and said, "right there". Sure enough,
there he was ... and he was now quickly headed my directions with his guards in
tow. His Royal Hiney(tm) quickly engulfed me in a hearty hug and informed me
that he had been on the hunt for me as well. Unfortunately he had a show
beginning in a few moments so we didn't have time to chat. I swear in the next
couple of hours no less than 40 people approached to inform me that "the King
doth seek Amethyst". LOL. I understand that later in the day Fred made a public
service announcement at the Dragon Inn that we had indeed found each other and
everyone could cease delivering messages now.
Godling was at faire and he was a perfect asshole to me. While I wasn't
overjoyed at his childish behavior, I was thrilled to see that his nieces were
visiting as well. Jon might not have been happy I was in town, but Cass & Jess
were thrilled. Unfortunately, since Jon was acting like a complete asshole, I
didn't get to spend much time with the girls. I did enjoy the bit of time we did
get to play and collected wonderful bear hugs from them before we parted.
It was getting close to the time that I was scheduled to leave site to attend a
bridal shower. As much as I love the bride, I have been dreading this. First, I
was not thrilled that it was scheduled at a time that was going to take me away
from Pub Sing ... and on Pyrate weekend. Second, it was bound to be a late night
and I had very little rest the night before. I already knew that there were a
couple people on the guest list that I was not overjoyed to see, but during the
day I found out about another person that would be attending and I made my
decision not to attend. The bride had told me weeks ago that she would
completely understand if I didn't show up. Amy didn't share her point of view. I
really didn't like upsetting Amy, but I was very happy that I got to remain for
Pub Sing.
Speaking of Pub Sing ... I'm gonna get Fred for that one :P
I started off at the rear of the White Hart chatting with Michele, Xan and the
Handsomes. Dave was visiting from Colorado and it was wonderful to see him :)
The Corsairs were doing a set and Michele asked if I could identify the tune
they were singing. Do you know that you can't hear anything back there? It was
time for me to move towards the stage to find a seat. I ended up leaning against
"Cyd's tree". Thanks for sharing Cyd :) Somehow I had managed to keep the tear
ducts under control for the first 40 or so minutes. I didn't even sniffle during
Health to the Company. Then Calico Jack Rackham took the stage to perform Blowed
& Torn. I wasn't in full sob mode, but there were definitely some teardrops
perched on my eyelashes. The King took the stage next. I believe his words were
"we have a saying in theses parts that it is not Pub Sing until Amethyst cries"
and then pointed directly at me as they launched into Wild Mountain Time
onstage. For a second I was acutely aware of more pairs of eyes upon me than I
am comfortable with. The only thing that saved me was that an acquaintance from
California found me when Fred pointed me out. Scott came over to introduce me to
his sister and chat. Making small talk with him prevented me from breaking out
in full sob mode in front of everyone. BAD FRED!!!
Ssshhhh, don't tell him, but it was actually very flattering ;) I was just so
darn tired that there was a chance of a rather serious waterfall of tears. I'm
very grateful to Scott for preventing that.
Since Amy left for the bridal shower and Adam had to get Sarah home to bed, I
needed to find a ride back to their place. A very handsome gentleman came to my
rescue. He dropped me off at around 8:15 pm. Sarah was already in bed. Adam had
made chicken for dinner and heated up a plate for me. I believe I was asleep
about 5 minutes after I finished eating. It was a very long day filled with
emotional highs and lows and I needed sleep to repeat it on Sunday.
Sunday September 21:
13 blissful hours of
sleep later I was ready to hit the faire again. I didn't rush this morning and
arrived about an hour after opening. The weather was much nicer than Saturday
... yet still too humid for my taste. I spent the first hours of the day just
socializing. I was surprised by how many people had heard about the tribute to
Bill and came up to thank me. I was even more stunned by some of the wonderful
gifts that were being bestowed upon me. Knotcarver introduced himself and gave
me two DVDs of MDRF footage ... including precious clips of Bill in his last
season. Soul Stealer went home Saturday night and burned me a CD of the pictures
he took at the tribute. Several people presented me butterfly favors. It was
very touching. The most memorable gift came at the end of the day, but I'll get
to that in a moment.
I wasn't there long before I ran into the super secret surprise guest. LOL. I
can't even begin to count how many emails I got with guesses as to who it might
be. EVERYONE guessed men. Nope. Regan (a.k.a. Revel Grove and creator of the
Maryland Renaissance Festival Withdrawal website) was the surprise. Yes, I adore
women as well as men ... and Regan is one of the women I adore most. It is
always a treat to see her while visiting ... I swear there is a spot on the wall
of the White Hart that just looks wrong without her smiling face.
Several people had told me that The Taming of the Shrew was the "best" show this
season, so at 2:30 Mark and I went to check it out. We managed to score front
row seats. It was VERY good. Mark was laughing so hard at parts he had tears
streaming down his face. Tim did an excellent job, as did the rest of the cast.
I give it two thumbs up. The only way I would have found it more enjoyable is if
there were fewer bees. At least this day I remembered the stupid epi-pen so I
wasn't as terrified as I was on Saturday.
The next stop, The Corsairs show at the Dragon Inn. Have I mentioned how much I
love this group? Not only are they all wonderful guys (and pretty darn cute) but
they are extremely talented and very entertaining. I definitely missed having
Boats with them, but I'm glad the rest of them made the journey. They had
preformed Minstral Boyz at their last set and weren't going to do my request ...
but a round of beers changed their minds :) Unfortunately they had to depart for
the airport after this show. I collected lots of hugs before they left.
Earlier this day I had been informed by Calico Jack Rackham that I needed
to get a good seat for Pub Sing and to bring my Kleenex. Oh boy! It was about
4:30 when I headed that direction. On my way I ran into Sinister Handsome on the
boardwalk and he gifted me with a red rose. This is fast becoming one of my
faire day highlights. Since last season, every day that I have attended faire,
he has given me with a rose. Now before anyone jumps to any conclusions ... he
is VERY married to a VERY wonderful lady. The roses are just a
friend letting me know that my journey is appreciated. And believe me, the roses
are very appreciated by me. I swear the love I feel on this site is
overwhelming.
Anyway, at the White Hart I managed to score our normal table and was joined
shortly by Tammy, Mark, Scott, Kris and Mark. We all had a good time catching up
and watching the Pyrates until it was time for Pub Sing.
Jack didn't lie. In fact, he should have told me to bring a towel instead of
just Kleenex. About 45 minutes into the show he pulled a stool up by one of the
mics, sat upon it and began to read a story. It was a story similar to an
episode of M*A*S*H ... so I really should have know what was coming, but he
caught me completely off guard. I was standing, resting one foot on the bench
where I had been sitting for several hours. Jack read the first page of the
story. And then the second. Some of it was humorous and I was grinning ... yet
there was a serious undertone that kept the crowd from breaking out in laughter.
Jack turned to the third page of the story and things grew a bit more serious.
About halfway down that sheet of paper, one line makes us fully aware this is
about the Pirate King Rex (the character Bill assumed on previous pirate
weekends). Honestly, it knocked the breath right out of me and I crumpled down
onto the bench. I didn't even hear the end of the story. Scott & Mark both had
their hands on my shoulders to try and comfort me. Several dear friends came by
to give me hugs. I saw Fred trying to send some comfort my direction with his
eyes. I couldn't even look at Mary Ann. Of course the Pyrates sang Old Lang Syne
next, which didn't help me get the tears under control. Honestly, if I could
have trusted my legs to carry me, I would have fled the Pub.
After the King & Queen made their exit, I walked across the pub to where Keith,
Judy and Regan were ... and we all cried. After I had somewhat collected myself,
I went up to the stage to say good-bye to several people. Master Rackham caught
me completely off guard again by handing me the papers he has been reading the
story off of and said, "these are for you". So much for being under control. I
think he has an idea of what a special gift that is to me. At least I hope he
knows how special it is to me. I was floored. I don't think I even have to words
to tell him how grateful I am. When I got back to Adam & Amy's I was able to
read the part I missed earlier. It was a moving tribute to a wonderful man.
Several of my friends were going to go out to dinner, but I opted to go back to
have a quite dinner with Amy. Adam was working. We ordered Chinese and watched
the Emmy’s. It was a very good day :)
A.F.R.
Invasion/Romance Weekend:
Friday
September 26:
I was the first one to
arrive at the A.F.R. Meet & Greet hosted by Queen Maggie. I called Kate
Montgomery's room and she quickly joined QM & I. We had a glorious time chatting
until others started to arrive. They both flattered me by gushing over my
scrapbooks. Around 6:00 a steady stream of people started showing up. I’m not
sure exactly how many we had, but I can report that LOTS of chocolate was
consumed (mostly by MOI). New friendships were made and old ones renewed. It was
fun. The bonus for me was getting to view Richard’s pictures. There were several
that SCREAMED to me to be scrapbooked. He has some wonderful shots.
QM sent us all on our way at 9:30 and I headed back to Amy and Adam’s to get
some sleep. I was a bit wired (hmmm, think it could have anything to do with the
massive amounts of chocolate I ate?) so I ended up staying up writing until well
after midnight. Who needs sleep?
Saturday September 27:
I woke up at 7:00
thinking I would make it to gate really early … that did not happen. Temporary
butterfly tattoos are not as easy to apply as the directions lead you to
believe. I walked up to the gate just as the cannon sounded. It only took a
moment to locate Keltik, Kate and the others. Once inside I stopped to present
Stupina with a picture to give to Michele. Amy had gotten her film developed
from last weekend and there was a beautiful one of the butterflies resting on
her cloak at the memorial.
On my way to the Dragon Inn I paused to wave to Mary Ann and Fred. Mary Ann
looked FABLOUS in her Elizabethan gown. Fred just looked a bit stunned at
my garb. LOL. I also ran into Tim & Tom along the way and wished them the best
of luck with Single’s Day ::shudder:: It was a BIG success last year and it
would surely be more popular this year. I knew they were going to be VERY BUSY.
I found out later that they ended up handing out over 1000 numbers.
I stopped to get my root beer and continued on to the Dragon. Over by the joust
field I was pretty much the only person on the path. I noticed a butterfly
coming directly towards me. He landed on the handle of my mug, fluttered his
wings twice and took off again. I can’t figure out if it was Bill saying good
morning to me or if he simply didn’t approve of my choice of beverages and
headed off the to pub to find something better. Whichever it was, it started my
day with a smile.
There were already lots of otter-types at the Dragon Inn. Many hugs were
collected. We decided to do the a.f.r. photo a few minutes early since many
people needed to attend a wedding at 11:30. Just as we were about to snap the
picture, the King & Queen happened along. We asked them to join us, and they
agreed. It is a lovely picture … even if the King did move my “modesty banner”.
Kate Montgomery and I wondered off to do some shopping. I had to use my store
credit at Moresca and I wanted her opinion before I purchased what I had in
mind. Unfortunately the woman working at Moresca was a raging bitch. When I
tried the dress on I honestly didn’t like it as much as I thought I would, but
even if I had I’m not sure I would have purchased it from this nasty lady. Even
Kate commented how rude she was … and she is much more tolerant than I am.
HRH had posted to a.f.r. that something would be happening at the Dragon Inn at
1:00 but would give no further details, so we headed back that direction to see
what was up. While we were waiting for him to arrive, Joe got everyone’s
attention and informed them of the passing of Amethyst Mariana and we all shared
a toast in her honor. Godspeed Am.
The surprise turned out to be a very cleverly choreographed proposal to Lady
Cynthia by the Black Fox. It was lovely.
Next stop … the wench walk. I really wasn’t too overjoyed with the prospect, but
had promised Keltik I would lead if she needed me to. I’m really glad she ended
up needing me ;) About 20 wenches showed up, so Keltik and I broke off into two
groups. My group hit about 6 or 7 targets. It was a great time. Especially the
first target, who’s wife seemed to be having a better time watching us work than
he was being wenched. We even managed to snag Dr. Matt … who seemed to really
enjoy his wenching and wore his marks with pride all day.
When we had handed out all of our certificates, we beat feet back to the White
Hart. We took up a collection to buy our guards a beer or four and then posed
for a group photo. While I was laying on the ground posing I noticed this
absolutely HOT guy in a kilt passing by. He looked me directly in the eyes and
gave me a delightfully evil grin. That was enough for me. I jumped up,
reassembled the ladies and called him back to be wenched. I just had to … and I
didn’t hear a single complaint from any of the gals. I repeat, he was HOT!
We wenched him well. *I* wenched him really really well. Dear God, he smelled
delicious. When we were done he stood and gave me a real kiss (the kind that
curls a girls toes) and wondered off. We posed once again for our group picture.
As soon as it was taken I said farewell to the ladies and went in search of
information on the yummy man in the kilt ... and found it (thanks Keith). That
is now my “official” favorite wench walk EVER!
I spent most of the rest of the afternoon wandering about socializing. I did
catch a couple of shows. I even got to dance for a bit at one of the Rogues
shows. Once or twice I stopped by the Boar’s Head to see how the Single’s thing
was going, but frankly, it was terrifying over there. I may be single, but I
HATE single’s functions. You can almost smell the desperation in the air.
Against my better judgment, I did get a number, but quickly took it off when I
received the first obscene message. Some men can be real pigs.
Later on at the White Hart Diego and Ivanovich caught up to me. I swear I
shattered a couple of people’s eardrums with the screaming while Diego looted my
sandals for coins. I’M TICKLISH!!! White Dragon found this very amusing and
started in on the back of my knees. At this point the screaming, jumping and
wriggling belly dancer began to entertain several other pub patrons. When I
finally managed to escape, I was dragged back by several strangers for more. I
was not amused. My new coin scarf suffered a major loss in the tickle war. It is
a good thing Diego has that boot flask to ease the pain.
I found the hottie in the kilt again and spent time with him until Pub Sing.
Scott, Kris and I scored fantastic seats for the show. It was an exceptionally
good Pub Sing. Jack & Zach actually made me snarf my drink at one point. I’m
pissed I missed the picture of Jack & Captain Moone waltzing. Something else
happened that had Scott laughing so hard he had tears streaming down his face. I
made it through most of the show tear-free, but had to jump the wall at Wild
Mountain Time. I guess it is true … it is not an “official” pub sing until I am
weeping. Damnit.
I looked for my kilt man on the way out, but failed to locate him. It is
probably better that I didn’t because when I last saw him he was well on his way
to a really good drunk. He was starting to become all touchy feely. Stupid drunk
men tend to really turn me off these days.
After successfully navigating parking lot hell, I went to Famous Dave’s to meet
up with some of the other a.f.r.ians. I only stayed long enough to chow down a
chicken sandwich and was off to Adam & Amy’s again. I needed to repack my
suitcases. I didn’t end up going to bed until after midnight again :(
Sunday
September 28:
I actually made it to
gate early. Yay! I found Tams right away and made arrangement to meet her after
the wench slide to shop for my new hat. Tams is the hat guru and I wouldn’t even
consider purchasing one without her input.
Since I had no computer access to make a formal announcement, we only had about
20 wenches for the slide. One of the slides was damaged, so only one was in
operation … no races this day. Ani definitely won for the most animated slide.
It was so cute to hear her little screams on each bump. LOL. It was a lot of
fun. Corin was kind enough to take time out of his day to stand at the bottom
and take pictures with my camera. What a great kid Queen Maggie and Richard have
:)
Most of the girls ran off to the Dragon Inn to get ready for the a.f.r photo. I
hustled back towards the front gate to meet Tammy at Dragon Wings. She had
already staked out the shop and had two purple feather hats waiting for me to
try on. They were both beautiful, but on Tams advice I picked the smaller of the
two because it would go better with my pirate attire. I LOVE my new hat. It even
has purple leather roses on it. YAY!! I scurried out the to the car to put my
cavalier hat away. The nice thing about making gate early is that you tend to
get a really good parking spot.
I had to run across the site in order to make it on time for the a.f.r picture.
It was a relatively small group again this day. I’m sure everyone was off seeing
shows and enjoying the pubs. When we finished I had some things to do … presents
to purchase, one to deliver, a picture I wanted to take & a handsome man in a
kilt to find. I accomplished all but one. It seems that the gorgeous man from
Saturday might have been sleeping off a hang over. I heard that he needed
assistance to depart after Pub Sing. What a shame. Hopefully he’ll be around
closing weekend.
The picture I wanted was one of me with the King & Queen. It is very difficult
to catch them together on site when they are not in the middle of something
official. I knew they were on the thrones being photographed with the visiting
children, so I went and got in line. This had HRH chuckling. When it was my turn
I was greeted like all the other kids:
“And what is your name young lady?”
“My name is Amethyst Rose and I would like my picture with the King & Queen.”
It was hard for any of us to keep a straight face. As we were about to have the
picture taken, the Queen says to me, “Would you like to sit on the King’s lap?”.
I, of course, responded with a shocked and astounded “COULD I?”. LOL. It was
really very funny. I have a great picture of me on the King’s lap holding the
Queen’s hand. I think I am going to have to frame that one.
Next I visited the chapel. 'nuff said.
At the White Hart I found White Dragon & Dawntreader and we walked over to the
Pyrate encampment … where we found Louis the Moor. WOOHOO!! HUZZAH!! YAY!! I
immediately asked if he would be singing this evening and he assured me that the
answer was a firm NO. ::pout. kicks the ground. pout:: Oh well, it was good just
to see him and visit for a few moments. I really need to get over to his
restaurant on my next trip. I hear that he is an amazing chef.
Something a little scary happened while we were visiting the Pyrates. I’m not
going to post any details until I find out more information, but it did shake me
up a bit. I’m very worried about a dear friend at the moment.
Oh, what is up with the new scary mime? He is just CREEPY. After seeing him, I
almost understand Rick’s fear of clowns and mimes. Yes, I will acknowledge that
he is awesome on the stilts, but he really creeped me out. ::shudder:: I don’t
know what it is … I have never felt that way about Mimi or Gigi.
I spent the rest of the afternoon at or in the vicinity of the White Hart
visiting with friends or watching shows. I managed to score the best seat I have
ever had for Pub Sing … right next to where the King & Queen sit. Yay me!! Which
reminds me that I need to check out the “White Hart Squatters” thread on a.f.r.
that everyone has been discussing. I was going to stay away from it since I have
made my opinion of them known in past threads on the issue, but then a couple of
them decided to go and make it personal. Grrr.
My friend Scott (from CA) had returned this weekend. He had been there the
previous weekend for Pyrate Invasion and had such a good time he decided to come
back. I didn’t know this until I spotted him sitting on the wall, over on the
“squatters” side. As soon as he saw me, he came over to give me a hug. He sat
down for a moment with me and had a horror story to tell about how rude the
“squatters” had been to him when he tried to take a seat over there. He was
curious what was up with them. I explained how they camp there all day and how
four of them take up the room of 10 people because the spread out so much. He
was puzzled and made a comment about how if they loved being there so much, why
did they appear to be so damn grumpy.
He definitely wasn’t prepared for what happened when he tried to return to his
spot. One of them wouldn’t let him pass!! He said to Scott that he lost his spot
when he hugged the enemy. WTF?!?! How is it that *I* am the enemy? I have done
NOTHING to these people except manage to get a good seat without camping out in
the pub all freaking day. Fucking LOSERS!! I told Scott he could sit with me and
he signaled for his friends to come join us. They had to jump over the wall and
come the long way around to avoid these nasty people.
Okay … there really was *almost* a Pub Sing when Amethyst didn’t cry. Honestly.
Low & behold, guess who shows up to sing Sailor’s Prayer? Louis!! Yep, I got to
hear my favorite rendition of one of my favorite songs. He didn’t have the full
Pyrate Choir … and his shirt stayed on, but it was still AMAZING. I was grinning
from ear to freakin’ ear. Usually it is Wild Mountain Time that does me in, but
not this night. They were closing the show with it and the little voice inside
my head was chanting in a playground voice, “I got to see Louis do Sailor’s
Prayer … I got to see Louis do Sailor’s Prayer”. The King & Queen took the stage
to sound the bells and cannon to close Pub Sing. The Queen called for one more
song and Jack broke into Blowed & Torn. Damnit. That did it. They got me AGAIN!
I saw Fred squat down a bit and look at me closely and nod. When Jack finished
the song he said to the effect that Amethyst had cried and now Pub Sing was
over. I swear they do it on purpose.
After saying my good-byes to everyone at the gate I went back to Amy to have
dinner with her and Sarah. Sarah didn’t know what to think of Auntie Am in the
purple feather hat. I had to take it off before she would come to me. We had
some Chinese food and then I had to leave to drive to Cyd & Joe’s place. I got
there just before they did. Cyd and I stayed up until 1:00 talking since we
barely had five minutes together at faire. I only got about 3 hours of sleep
before my flight, but that is okay … I can sleep at home :)
Only two more weeks before I get to return!!
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