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14 years ago
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Alright, so yesterday was pretty epic.
We went to the Bristol Renn Faire. If you don't know where that is, it's in like Kenosha, WI.
Anyway, they were having a Steampunk themed weekend. My friend came in his Burlap bag, as he does every year, this year smeared with motor oil and lots of dirt... to get a more authentic grime look.
Turns out the new addition to our group (as of Capricon, but no, seriously, i love him, hes into EVERYTHING and brings delicious hookah), used to work there, so, he gets $10 tickets for life. Huzzah! not paying the full price for admission.
My friend got this adorable little gypsy outfit there, and then.. so did I...because costumes are AWESOME. But, like seriously, I went into a shop and got a costume. I need to accessorize it. I'm going to get like pouches and bottles and random shit and just be like a creepy soothsayer/witch/fortune teller. I'm a have to get or make a set of tarot cards too to shove in a pouch.
Basically, yes, fuck Nobel people, we're gonna be scum.
Except my husband, he went the whole Sirio Florel direction, hes got puffy pants and bought a doublet and a Rapier yesterday. Fuck... he bought a sword, you guys.
Then before the Moonie and Broon (they're like the easiest RL people to ship, ever.. so homoerotic, no really.. they have a website, go look at them), we were waiting for burlap bag to finish a game of backgammon with a nobleman, and... my friend decides to befriend a drag queen. So, suddenly! Drag queen! And then we invited them to Boldly go.
Drag queen, brought his steampunk friends, but one was really bitchy and the other was... really dumb. She kept not being able to actually explain what Steampunk was, because apparently shes so elitist that its not a style of dress or a nice costume, its a way of life. But she couldn't explain the general mantra, or how people feel when they associate with steampunk, or really anything that would make steampunk anything other then cool costumes (just that it was a feeling in her heart). She was so dumb as to tell us that there are no steampunk bands. So, we left her in another room to be dumb by herself.
Drag queen, he was a different story. He had opinions and thoughts on gender identity and foreign politics and economics and was really well versed. I feel sorry that he lives with those other girls, but.. he likes to wear the one girl's dresses... so i guess that's why he puts up with them.
We were going to go see Doctor Who at a comic shop on like a 90 inch screen, but Moonie and Broon went till 7 and then we didn't really RUSH out to get to downtown Chicago by 8, so we just didn't go. So, I still haven't seen the new episode of Doctor Who, yet.
Oh and I saw
spooki for like 2 seconds.
And someone just handed us absinthe. I know... like.. its totally weird to accept a glass of absinthe from some stranger, but he didn't want it, and we wanted to try it, and there was no way we were going to pay the $8 a glass. So, roofied it is. All four of us, as we shared it. LOL... we're so good at life.
I also got a straw for my wooden mug, and was drinking mead most of the day. You have no idea how classy it looks (not very, I look like the ye olde version of that chick from weeds).
Anyway! That was my day. TL;DR right? LOL
We went to the Bristol Renn Faire. If you don't know where that is, it's in like Kenosha, WI.
Anyway, they were having a Steampunk themed weekend. My friend came in his Burlap bag, as he does every year, this year smeared with motor oil and lots of dirt... to get a more authentic grime look.
Turns out the new addition to our group (as of Capricon, but no, seriously, i love him, hes into EVERYTHING and brings delicious hookah), used to work there, so, he gets $10 tickets for life. Huzzah! not paying the full price for admission.
My friend got this adorable little gypsy outfit there, and then.. so did I...because costumes are AWESOME. But, like seriously, I went into a shop and got a costume. I need to accessorize it. I'm going to get like pouches and bottles and random shit and just be like a creepy soothsayer/witch/fortune teller. I'm a have to get or make a set of tarot cards too to shove in a pouch.
Basically, yes, fuck Nobel people, we're gonna be scum.
Except my husband, he went the whole Sirio Florel direction, hes got puffy pants and bought a doublet and a Rapier yesterday. Fuck... he bought a sword, you guys.
Then before the Moonie and Broon (they're like the easiest RL people to ship, ever.. so homoerotic, no really.. they have a website, go look at them), we were waiting for burlap bag to finish a game of backgammon with a nobleman, and... my friend decides to befriend a drag queen. So, suddenly! Drag queen! And then we invited them to Boldly go.
Drag queen, brought his steampunk friends, but one was really bitchy and the other was... really dumb. She kept not being able to actually explain what Steampunk was, because apparently shes so elitist that its not a style of dress or a nice costume, its a way of life. But she couldn't explain the general mantra, or how people feel when they associate with steampunk, or really anything that would make steampunk anything other then cool costumes (just that it was a feeling in her heart). She was so dumb as to tell us that there are no steampunk bands. So, we left her in another room to be dumb by herself.
Drag queen, he was a different story. He had opinions and thoughts on gender identity and foreign politics and economics and was really well versed. I feel sorry that he lives with those other girls, but.. he likes to wear the one girl's dresses... so i guess that's why he puts up with them.
We were going to go see Doctor Who at a comic shop on like a 90 inch screen, but Moonie and Broon went till 7 and then we didn't really RUSH out to get to downtown Chicago by 8, so we just didn't go. So, I still haven't seen the new episode of Doctor Who, yet.
Oh and I saw
spooki for like 2 seconds. And someone just handed us absinthe. I know... like.. its totally weird to accept a glass of absinthe from some stranger, but he didn't want it, and we wanted to try it, and there was no way we were going to pay the $8 a glass. So, roofied it is. All four of us, as we shared it. LOL... we're so good at life.
I also got a straw for my wooden mug, and was drinking mead most of the day. You have no idea how classy it looks (not very, I look like the ye olde version of that chick from weeds).
Anyway! That was my day. TL;DR right? LOL
Also if you want to accesserize...
<3
Our friend who used to work at the fair knows someone who does leatherworking, and most of the other stuff I was going to get at like thrift stores or American Science and surplus (bottles, baby.. I can tint them and etch them and love them to pieces).
And no AIM here... I like those messengers where you can police the people who talk to you.
I bought that "The Vault" option in their music store. $70 for everything they've recorded.
I remember being at a Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert where at one point, the lead singer said "There's this two year old girl in the front row who's been dancing all night long! She's like the energizer bunny!"
And Roofied would mean... laced with a date rape drug.
Sounds like a great time though, wish I could have been there but no where near.. or I woulda been there!