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clevermanka) wrote2003-10-13 09:50 am
clevermanka) wrote2003-10-13 09:50 am
We're in the money
D went to a poker tournament this weekend, and in addition to providing the Final Table (pictures forthcoming), he won the tournament. Very exciting and quite quite *quite* pleasant as it will pay our plane tickets and hotel room for the Chicago trip. It's particularly amusing because he promised to take me to Chicago years ago, but we never went because he never had the money saved up. We finally decided to go and just pay for it out of our joint account, but then ta-da! He really will get to treat me to a vacation without dipping too much into the house account. That's my boy!
Sunday I went to RenFest with Chris and Kij. It was great fun, even though I was silly and didn't eat anything until I got home. I could bear standing in line for bad food and I could stand the thought of paying too much for bad food. But I couldn't stand in line to pay too much money for bad food. I nibbled a bit of bread (bad bad me) and had a cup of mead purchased for me, though. I was a mooch. I will have to pay them back with many dinners.
The only downer to the trip was realizing that although I know I would *love* to join rougewench and her anthology out there, I don't know that I could make myself speak RenFest all day. I think I might choke myself. I'd forgotten how much that accent gets on my nerves. Perhaps I could be the whore with a vow of silence? Something to ponder, at least. I would be happy to hear other thoughts on this. Does it get less annoying when you're doing it? Rather like smoking when you're out at a bar? Or do you feel the need to rinse your mouth out with some good old American Listerine when you get home?
Sunday I went to RenFest with Chris and Kij. It was great fun, even though I was silly and didn't eat anything until I got home. I could bear standing in line for bad food and I could stand the thought of paying too much for bad food. But I couldn't stand in line to pay too much money for bad food. I nibbled a bit of bread (bad bad me) and had a cup of mead purchased for me, though. I was a mooch. I will have to pay them back with many dinners.
The only downer to the trip was realizing that although I know I would *love* to join rougewench and her anthology out there, I don't know that I could make myself speak RenFest all day. I think I might choke myself. I'd forgotten how much that accent gets on my nerves. Perhaps I could be the whore with a vow of silence? Something to ponder, at least. I would be happy to hear other thoughts on this. Does it get less annoying when you're doing it? Rather like smoking when you're out at a bar? Or do you feel the need to rinse your mouth out with some good old American Listerine when you get home?
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Also, it's wholly cool if you're not into the whole thing in the end. It all seems like a tremendous grin from the outside, but there are definite downsides to the whole wench/prostitute trip.
D.
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Ah have ahlways rehliehd on the kahndness of straingehs.
>mischevious wink
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Interesting...
D.
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