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clevermanka) wrote2005-09-12 10:19 am
clevermanka) wrote2005-09-12 10:19 am
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Back at my nice, relaxing job
Well, at least it's air-conditioned.
Not a bad weekend at faire, although I don't think any of the weekends last year had such sparse attendance. There were huge stretches on Saturday's parade route that had no patrons. It was strange. The patrons that were there didn't seem terribly bright. Nobody seemed to get the bandiage that the whores were throwing about, and they didn't get Chess Match at all. A strange, slow day. Had a wonderful time hanging out with some people later that evening, though.
Oh, and I got the best compliment from a patron. He said he'd lived in Spain for five years and my accent was incredible. In fact, when we started our conversation (at closing gate), we got about two sentences in and he asked "Are you from Spain? In real life?" He said I was thorougly convincing as a Castilian Spaniard, looks yes, but especially voice-wise. Rock.
Sunday morning I didn't feel so good and I had to sit out parade. I had a horribly scratchy throat, my stomach was assaulted by sharp, stabby pain, and it felt like I was coming down with a urinary tract infection. Right before heading up to Mother Pockets for some bread, I realized what it was: I now am officially allergic to melon. I noticed earlier this summer I had a scratchy throat and slight upset tummy after eating some cantaloupe. Well, apparently now I can't even eat food that has touched melon. It caused a bad histamine reaction from my throat all the way through my digestive tract, which would explain the burning throat, achey stomach, and itchy girl bits. By late afternoon, all the allergen was out of my system and I felt fine. There you go. Very sad. I love cantaloupe. =(
Had a rather odd experience at Mother Pockets. My throat was still a little sore and so I was trying not to talk much. I went up to the guy handing out bread, batted my lashes and pointed to the piece I wanted with raised eyebrows. I smiled and he didn't say anything, so I reached for it. He turned to the guy next to me and said "And she doesn't even ask at all, she just takes one," not in a very nice tone. I was a little taken aback, but thought he was just teasing so I whispered at him "I was asking with my eyes," and winked. He shot back at me "Well my ears can't hear your eyes." Um. OK. I think I might not go back for bread next week.
Adrian, on the other hand, is an absolute darling. I'd just like to say: What a peach. Go buy something from his shop (Brassworks).
I'm sure none of them read this journal, but a million thanks to the gypsies for sharing their food with the whores. That's really super sweet of them. (EDIT: If any gypsies are reading this, let me just say, this particular whore will either pay you much attention or leave you alone completely--your choice--for more of that baklava.)
After canon on Sunday night, I got to feed Paige!!! Woot! That was kick ass. I think next weekend I might bring my own apples to share. I've never fed an elephant before, and no fence between us, even. Amazing.
Tonight: Pizza with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cedarsong and everflame, laundry, and damage control on The Yak.
Not a bad weekend at faire, although I don't think any of the weekends last year had such sparse attendance. There were huge stretches on Saturday's parade route that had no patrons. It was strange. The patrons that were there didn't seem terribly bright. Nobody seemed to get the bandiage that the whores were throwing about, and they didn't get Chess Match at all. A strange, slow day. Had a wonderful time hanging out with some people later that evening, though.
Oh, and I got the best compliment from a patron. He said he'd lived in Spain for five years and my accent was incredible. In fact, when we started our conversation (at closing gate), we got about two sentences in and he asked "Are you from Spain? In real life?" He said I was thorougly convincing as a Castilian Spaniard, looks yes, but especially voice-wise. Rock.
Sunday morning I didn't feel so good and I had to sit out parade. I had a horribly scratchy throat, my stomach was assaulted by sharp, stabby pain, and it felt like I was coming down with a urinary tract infection. Right before heading up to Mother Pockets for some bread, I realized what it was: I now am officially allergic to melon. I noticed earlier this summer I had a scratchy throat and slight upset tummy after eating some cantaloupe. Well, apparently now I can't even eat food that has touched melon. It caused a bad histamine reaction from my throat all the way through my digestive tract, which would explain the burning throat, achey stomach, and itchy girl bits. By late afternoon, all the allergen was out of my system and I felt fine. There you go. Very sad. I love cantaloupe. =(
Had a rather odd experience at Mother Pockets. My throat was still a little sore and so I was trying not to talk much. I went up to the guy handing out bread, batted my lashes and pointed to the piece I wanted with raised eyebrows. I smiled and he didn't say anything, so I reached for it. He turned to the guy next to me and said "And she doesn't even ask at all, she just takes one," not in a very nice tone. I was a little taken aback, but thought he was just teasing so I whispered at him "I was asking with my eyes," and winked. He shot back at me "Well my ears can't hear your eyes." Um. OK. I think I might not go back for bread next week.
Adrian, on the other hand, is an absolute darling. I'd just like to say: What a peach. Go buy something from his shop (Brassworks).
I'm sure none of them read this journal, but a million thanks to the gypsies for sharing their food with the whores. That's really super sweet of them. (EDIT: If any gypsies are reading this, let me just say, this particular whore will either pay you much attention or leave you alone completely--your choice--for more of that baklava.)
After canon on Sunday night, I got to feed Paige!!! Woot! That was kick ass. I think next weekend I might bring my own apples to share. I've never fed an elephant before, and no fence between us, even. Amazing.
Tonight: Pizza with
cedarsong and everflame, laundry, and damage control on The Yak.