Why is a raven like a writing desk?

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My hair wants cutting. I saw my hair-cutting person at faire on Saturday and I was quite glad I was wearing The Yak because, quite frankly, I'm beginning to resemble a brunette Florence Henderson. Scary.


And of course, speaking of. My second weekend working Renaissance Festival was great fun. I was a little low energy thanks to two late nights in a row, but I didn't want to miss opportunities to get to know better some fascinating people. Wow, poorly structured sentence alert. I'm super tired, sorry.

Saturday was exciting because I got named! Woo! So I'm a named member of the brothel now. I'm Mistress Azucena (that translates to Mistress Madonna Lily). Due to American tounges tripping not so lightly over that, however, I'll still be referred to as "The Spanish", which I love, as well as "La Boca Dulce" thanks to the now-infamous Hand Trick. rougewench always says that the names just come naturally and she doesn't really do requests. So I kept it to myself that I would really really really love to be called "Lily." Lilies are my second favorite flower ("Iris" just isn't a very sexy name for a whore) and I thought being named for a flower would suit me. Little did I know, several of the other girls had suggested "Lily" as a name early on in the game and rougewench took that and ran with it. Very very cool and I couldn't be more pleased with my new name.

I skipped the Sellout show and opted to attend a low-key birthday party for mesniu, whom I find fascinating. I'm constantly amazed and pleased at the warmth, cleverness, and intelligence of many Renfest performers. Of course, a lot of the performers are complete dipshits, but after about 2 minutes, it's easy to tell the cool ones from the morons. I admit to being a bit intimidated by the pervading aura of Just Plain Smart that hangs about the people in group #1. I've never been much of a scholar, and as I mentioned in an earlier post, I simply can't keep up with the quick tongues. They're too much fun to shy away from, however, and if nothing else, I know I can at least stand around and be decorative.

Sunday was...warm. A bit tiring. The day picked up a bit when rougewench saw a woman sitting on a bench acting all cocky (heh heh) that she could fit a quarter of her chocolate covered banana in her mouth. I got called over to demonstrate The Hand Trick to put this novice in her place. What made it priceless, however, is that two of the (male) performers were passing by on their way to Chess Match and they stopped dead in their tracks and their mouths actually dropped open. I almost choked on my hand because I started to laugh.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by to say hello this weekend. Thanks stuology and draco_kc for putting up new pics, too.

Sat around at afterpub for a very brief while on Sunday. I find this is a nice way to unwind, but it's also a bit of a necessity since if I don't wait for the parking lot to clear out I would never find my car. Skipped out earlier than I would have liked, though, due to exhaustion and knowing I had to be up extra early this morning. I would have liked to spend more time with cedarsong and everflame since they won't be back for several weeks. But my conversation skills were going downhill fast. And there was that 6:00 a.m. alarm in my future.

This morning, I was up early to head out for an oil change. Driving home from site yesterday, my check oil light kept coming on. Odd, since I was barely 100 miles over the 3,000. So I took it in and they said I had nearly no oil in my car. Not happy about that, since it means I might have yet another automobile issue in my future. There was another woman in the waiting area with me, who started to chat about all sorts of nonsense (grandkids, her errands, what was on the television). I was still groggy from too little sleep and absence of caffiene, but did my best to be pleasant. After a while it was too much and I got up to walk around. When I returned, there were 3 other people in the waiting room and she was sitting on the end chair surrounded by flattened boxes. When I sat down next to her, she explained that the boxes were for her grandkid's presents that she was going to get mailed out today. I had just settled into my seat when they called that her car was done. She got up and tried to gather the boxes (impossible). It was obvious nobody else in the waiting room was going to offer to help, so I asked a surly woman to please watch my purse (she didn't respond), and helped Mrs. Chatty out to her car with her boxes. She thanked me all the way to the car. I returned to the uncomfortable, silent waiting room and wondered why there are so few people who walk the middle line between overly friendly and downright rude.

And I think this post has become overly long, so.