Interesting day at Faire today. I was, as I said at one point, support staff.
Met up with Amanda at gate, heard about her personal drahma (ask her, not mine to tell) and agreed to help her with her days goals. At least insomuch as it was in my power to do so. I really missed the musicians at the gate show, this morning. I like bagpipes. I just miss the Village Band insanity.
Getting in gate was a bit chaotic, the usual muddle of greeting people, waiting for others and generally getting in the way of traffic. Was highly amused as Amanda got flogged four times by Steve. I'm not sure who was having more fun.
I dropped my boda off over at Bullseye Leather because at gate, it started leaking like all hell. I was not amused. Oh, damn, just realized I left it on the table at pub. Oh, well, someone will grab it for me. They fixed it so, happy!
Headed up to first Lost Boys show with Amanda, where we proceeded to cause a bit of trouble. We met up with whiskeyfyre for the second show, and proceeded to cause more trouble. Trouble along the lines of Amanda got whacked in the head with JC's guitar, and I got a good look straight up his kilt. Oh poor us. JC was very sweet and told me that it was a lot more fun when tomomallie was there. It's nice to know people are thinking about and missing Tommy.
We also saw some fabulous barbarians hanging out at the back of the show. whiskeyfyre, as usual, claimed the one in burgundy and black as "hers." I had fun helping Amanda and Whiskey semi-stalk them the rest of the day. I hope some amusement ensued during pub sing. They were quite pretty, though I was mostly pleased to notice that they were enthusiastically having a great time, since they weren't afraid to possibly look stupid.
We three headed back to the pub with various pit-stops along the way. whiskeyfyre missed parade, as she was daring enough to try to use the privy. I ran off with her mug, however and got to see it. Got frisked by Damascus Daringblade, since I was too close to the king, and dressed in tartan. Once again, oh, poor me.
It was a fun, slightly different pub day; supergoober wasn't there, so lasarigue's band, the Rum Runners were in her slots. They do nicely in the pub. Though I think they should open up the floor to suggestions with "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor." The boys also discovered the joy of making whiskeyfyre happy with "Cannibal Islands." Oogacha oogacha. Need I say more?
Continuing in my role of support staff to the rest of Local 74, I trotted off with Amanda so she could get her hair braided. She ended up with a five strand double that just looked wonderful. I'm considering getting my hair braided on Memorial Day Saturday, just so I won't have to mess with it the rest of the weekend. I'll see what finances are like at that point. I really REALLY hope I get my pay from my current gig in a timely manner... It's looking again like that might not quite happen. *gulp*
The rest of the day was your standard pub silliness.
BTW, could anyone see me today? 'Cause I felt sort of invisible. At least five times, people just plain turned away from me in the middle of a conversation I was having with them, in the middle of a sentence I was saying, and struck up a conversation with someone else, or just walked off. Or am I receiving some not so subtle hints?