Anyway...
Sunday my Love, our friend Rand, and I went to the Renn Faire. Made a whole day of it. (well, I have to, it's a bit of a drive for me) Got there early-far too early for the two boys to get their beloved Guinness (can't sell alcohol until after 1pm)-and stayed pretty much through closing. We didn't have a lot of cash to spend (gee, wonder why with me still no job) but I did manage to make one purchase I simply could NOT pass up. *hee hee* While looking at the sword shop for Rand, I noticed they actually had wooden stakes. Yup, chiseled to a point, hard, sharp, pointy wooden stakes. I smiled, eyed the stake and asked the guy if they were for sale. He looked at me a bit odd and said "Sure, $3.00" Me with a big grin picked it up, handed him a five and said "Sold!" I don't quite know how to describe the odd little look he gave me. I don't think the sharpened wood was so much meant to be purchased-and especially not by a seemingly gentle woman. (little do they know!) Unfortunately, it's against fair rules to walk around with a weapon, so they had to wrap it in cardboard. Still drew a lot of looks and even a puzzled query as I waited in the bleachers for the Human Combat Chess. Believe me, they got even more puzzled when I replied that it was a stake. "A what? Hu?" At this point, I unwrapped the cardboard enough to slip it out and presented the wickedly carved wood for their inspection. "A stake" Big, large eyes and a few mummers of either "Oooh..." or "Wow" came my way. I just grinned. Someone asked me if I knew any vampires toslay with it. Another grin. Looked straight in their eyes and said, "As a matter of fact I do..." Another grin. They were a little too drunk to be intimidated, but they were not so drunk as to not be a bit concerned. They truly did not know what to make of me.
After the chess (which was ok this year, but overall has gone down quiet a bit in quality the last few years) we went back over to the sword shop for Rand. He had only stopped by like three times so far but couldn't seem to make up his mind. As we walk up, the single most annoying little group of black-trenchcoated (on an 80 degree florida afternoon)-bleach blond-look-at-me-I-think-I'm-a-vampire wannabes got there first. One immediately plops himself up on the counter of the shop. The other decides that he wants to hold each and every sword, swinging them widely, acting "cool" (but looking like a dorky child). The one on the counter lights a cigarette, headless of the merchant or the other customers-who can't get within ten feet of the storefront since the guy is swinging a Claymore like he's holding a rapier or something. Idiot. Then the chick who's with them gets a weapon as well and they start mockfighting as the merchant looks overly annoyed. He finally chides them because they start drifting too far away from the shop and they hand back over their weapons. The one says something about one of the samurai swords, claiming it's fact and the merchant says he's wrong. The guy presses that "no, it's true" to which-with all wonderful softness-the merchant replies, "So now you're telling me my job?" The guy stammers out a "no..I mean, um...no...I just thought that I heard..." The merchant takes all three and places them carefully on the counter. He describes each and then demonstrates the use of the katana. He gives a big, shit-eating grin to the wannabes and says calmly (as they "wow") "I love my job"
We finally are able to inch our way forward by this point. (annoyed and sick of these children). Rand tries the weight and balance of several swords when one of the guys makes a sarcastic comment (which, I missed). The girl says something to the effect of "Don't piss off the guy with the sword" when the merchant chimes in not a second later with "-or the woman with the sharpened stake" He nods to me (having been there earlier when I bought it) and smiles. I tilt my head, unsheathe the stake, smile, and wrap it back up. The one on the counter pulls open his shirt, babbling some wannabe gothic-poetry, telling me to thrust it in his white, bony, chest. (my description, not his *smeg*) I think I blinked once or twice and simply laughed. There was nothing more appropriate. What a ignorant fool. I laughed and laughed at him and he closed his shirt back up. They were silent as we completed our purchase-yes, our group actually spent money-and left.
Beyond the Faire-which was good since I came home with only the most minor of migraines and the tiniest of red in my cheeks-this week has been very dull. I am still waiting, dying for some job prospect. Nothing is coming my way and I am severely broke. I may very shortly be losing my internet again as I lack the funds to pay the bill. (you're welcome to help by signing up totally free for a Bravenet account so that I get a commission
here It's literally free but gives me a dollar. Please? Pretty please?)
On the health side of things, I'm done with my iron as of tomorrow. Can't wait to see what my blood counts look like now. I feel like a new person. It's amazing what having iron in your body will do for you! I can't believe it's been three weeks since I started. (and you wonder why I'm broke. That means I've been out of work for a month now!)
Anyway...I've rambled enough I think. More to come as I can and I'll try to post my newer blood counts tomorrow for those following the saga. Please consider the help idea since it costs nothing, but helps me...ta for now...
~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream
at 3/15/2001 05:30:05 PM ~
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