Night out with Tiff was an absolute blast, spent 3 hours at the circus school doing the flying trapeze and watching people contort themselves into increasingly unlikely shapes. The whole time I was up on the Trap pretty much consisted of me swearing a blue streak and thanking god that I'm near-sighted and therefore couldn't see how insanely high up I was. Was told I did fairly well for a first-timer, no flailing or screaming (there was alot of that) managed to hook my legs on the bar, do the backflip dismount, not kill myself, etc. I did catch my arm on one of the wires and have a nice bruise to show for it, but all in all, not bad.
Ran back to Tiff's place, then out to the pub to meet: Oscar (fellow circus freak) a musical theatre troupe, and the jousting (and apparently singing) knights of mideval times. And lo and behold, beer was brought forth, and it was drunk. And it was good. Kareoke was sung, and it was also good, Mere attempted to sing, and it was a nightmare, but still fun. Musical theatre troup entertained all by doing insane dances and such, singing the score of Avenue Q (dirty minded puppets....) and then canme the pop songs. 2 of the guys came out and started crooning out the backstreet boys as a joke, complete with soulfull looks, dramatic pauses, and some of the theatre girls down front making ridiculous and rather lude gestures.
All in all, a damn fine night.
Crashed at Tiff's, went home, then out to lunch with the family, got some sweet ass swag, then headed out to the bar where Hayley Stark played a great set and people kept buying me shots. I was.... rather beyond drunk by the end of the night, but still great fun.
Now am at work, dodging angry monday people and trying to placate a few of the dimmer-witted people that we deal with. Back to reality now. Whee.
So. This really has been the week from hell. Whomever I ticked off up there?I;m sorry ok? Now stop taking it out on my pets!!
Tribble is still pretty sick, her ear is actually better, but at the same time, the medication seems to make her a bit dizzy and sick. She keeps running into the edes of things and the bookshelves. V. cute to see, but really sad when she starts crying because she can't actually make it over to her food dish. Poor baby girl. Never more happy in my LIFE that I shell out the money on pet insurance every month.
Birthday... has gone to shit as usual. Was planning on having small party this weekend, about 10 people, some wine, some chees, some ridiculously sugary snacks, etc. Oh, and booze of course. People all confirmed that they were coming, then I had a storm of voice mails and txts saying people couldn't come after all, so sorry and all that. Bah.
Accidently blew up a bit at a few people, but this is WHY I never do anything for my birthday, cause this is inevitably what happens. People suck.
Tiff is kinda awesome though, we're going to the circus tonight and then out to Kareoke with the boys from Mideval Times. I am literally going to spend my night with the Knights and Circus Freaks. Sweet. Like a mini-renfaire, but with more booze and bad pop music. You know what? That kinda is a ren-faire....
So, this weekend will be spent with Friends and family, just not the way I was actually expecting.
Holy shit, the dark knight? Has become the top grossing movie of all time. It beat out spiderman, and took in 18 million on the night of the THURSDAY MIDNIGHT SCREENING alone. That's better than alot of movies do their whole run.
Got home from the NY ren faire last night. Trip was loads of fun. I kinda miss road tripping with the girls, even if we do all want to kill each other by the end of the weekend.
Got up there on friday and basically crashed after sorting out outfits for the next day, there were a couple of the vendors staying in the same B&B as us, so it was nice to be surrounded by the faire folk.
Went up to the faire on saturday, after walking through walmart in full ren gear and getting STARED at. Alot. Pretty nice day for it all too, and there were a bunch of new vendors there this year, which was a cool suprise.
Tiff, of course, had to see the new circus act that had just started and glare at them. (Whilst muttering a running commentary on their performance of course). Was good this year, did not buy the $1100 Boots o' Doom. Even if they were calling to me. Next year maybe. Picked up a few new necklaces, a pair of nice mugs and a bit of art. As well as the most awesome soap ever. There's a shop at the faire which does gourmet and odd soaps and perfumes and potions, and they had 2 I could not resist getting. Cinnamon and Oats, which smells like cookies and the country, made me kinda nostalgic, and Beggars Blend, which was beer, tobacco and leather. It smelled WONDERFUL and I cannot wait to use it.
Got another ode composed to me, thank god KT and the others weren't there again, this one was mostly about how my skin was so nice because I didn't have leprosy. V Nice. I love faire folk. And according to Tiff, now that she's senn a circus show CAN work the ren circuit, she's determined to do it better. She wants to become a part of the faire, which somehow led to her deciding that me, the accident and injury prone clutz, is going to learn fire eating and juggling. I'm not going to have any eyebrows or eyelashes left, bet you $20.
Went to see Hancock after the faire, was.... amazingly different from what I was expecting and very very good. Will definitely be buying that.
Second day at the faire was spent trying not to drown under the torrential downpour that started and stopped all day. Then driving home and trying not to pass out in the car as I was supposed to be navigating.
Got home, collapsed and unpacked. Prised the yowling cats off me who were demanding love and attention. (And food of course) Then crashed.
Feel as if I haven't slept in a week, will likely go home and collapse this afternoon, but am distracted in the mean time with thoughts of costume designs and lighting things on fire.