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| Pub Sing 2-12-2011 |
So opening weekend of Faire was this past weekend and I had a BLAST. Camping was fun, Friday night I had a massage at 7 and I had to go to Target afterwards and get heavier duty tent stakes since the ones that came with my tent were pussy-ass things and could not withstand the winds that picked up during the week.
Friday night at camp I set up the inside of my tent, blowing up my air mattress and unpacking a bit, making sure things were in readiness for the coming weekend. Slowly the camp ground filled up as people came from work or school or where ever. Everyone hung out huddled in blankets and coats and drank, smoked (cigs and pot), and chatted all night. Went to bed around 1-1:30 am and stayed awake for a little bit listening to a few people talking before that lulled me to sleep. I was briefly awoken by rain before that sent me back to sleep.
Was up Saturday morning because of the birds and wanted to hide in bed with the warm blankets and sleeping bag... but i had to get up and work. Got up and decided that with how wet it was my monster skirt would not be coming out that day, I actually ended up leaving my sweat pants on underneath my pantaloons that day because of how cold it was. A friend was kind enough to let me borrow her sweater poncho (as seen in the above photo) so i was able to keep warm mostly through the day. One awesome thing about having my tails and the fur on my backside... if my hands started to get too cold i could easily just tuck them under the tails and the fur and they instantly warmed up. Heralding is NOT my forte, i found out the hard way, however I did find that directing is better, standing behind the dais and letting people know that wandering around behind it would get them to more seating. Outside of the Joust there is the birds of prey and archery shows, both of which are just as interesting and require our presence there. What was amazing was that during the bird show one of the hawks flew RIGHT over my head, and i didn't even duck. Which isn't a smart thing to do anyways, only because it messes up the bird's flight path. They've already figured out how they're going to get around you, so don't fuck them up by moving.
Saturday night she was pacing, needing to see Riven. She wouldn't stop and eventually i said fuck it and went to the fetish party, letting him know i was coming. My friend Andrew went with me just to make sure I didn't make a mess of myself, which i was about to do half the time before he came in, i was pacing back and forth, my fingers automatically going to my tiger's eye in the leather pouch around my neck trying to channel the energy away, but it kept coming back. But as soon as he walked in we calmed and took in his energy and his scent. The power around us intensified and the passion flared red hot.
Part of the reason why I needed him was the fact that my shit head ex was about much too often for my liking, and it doesn't help that the pirate encampment is RIGHT next to Joust. So the stress and anxiety of that only served as a catalyst to the need for Riven. Course feeling him watching me at Pub Sing didn't help EITHER.... i had to move deeper into the crowd so that i didn't feel his eyes on my back.
Sunday was a much better day. I felt centered and calm and ready to take on the day. It was longer and i was in the sun a lot more, but was still so worth it.
Was up Saturday morning because of the birds and wanted to hide in bed with the warm blankets and sleeping bag... but i had to get up and work. Got up and decided that with how wet it was my monster skirt would not be coming out that day, I actually ended up leaving my sweat pants on underneath my pantaloons that day because of how cold it was. A friend was kind enough to let me borrow her sweater poncho (as seen in the above photo) so i was able to keep warm mostly through the day. One awesome thing about having my tails and the fur on my backside... if my hands started to get too cold i could easily just tuck them under the tails and the fur and they instantly warmed up. Heralding is NOT my forte, i found out the hard way, however I did find that directing is better, standing behind the dais and letting people know that wandering around behind it would get them to more seating. Outside of the Joust there is the birds of prey and archery shows, both of which are just as interesting and require our presence there. What was amazing was that during the bird show one of the hawks flew RIGHT over my head, and i didn't even duck. Which isn't a smart thing to do anyways, only because it messes up the bird's flight path. They've already figured out how they're going to get around you, so don't fuck them up by moving.
Saturday night she was pacing, needing to see Riven. She wouldn't stop and eventually i said fuck it and went to the fetish party, letting him know i was coming. My friend Andrew went with me just to make sure I didn't make a mess of myself, which i was about to do half the time before he came in, i was pacing back and forth, my fingers automatically going to my tiger's eye in the leather pouch around my neck trying to channel the energy away, but it kept coming back. But as soon as he walked in we calmed and took in his energy and his scent. The power around us intensified and the passion flared red hot.
Part of the reason why I needed him was the fact that my shit head ex was about much too often for my liking, and it doesn't help that the pirate encampment is RIGHT next to Joust. So the stress and anxiety of that only served as a catalyst to the need for Riven. Course feeling him watching me at Pub Sing didn't help EITHER.... i had to move deeper into the crowd so that i didn't feel his eyes on my back.
Sunday was a much better day. I felt centered and calm and ready to take on the day. It was longer and i was in the sun a lot more, but was still so worth it.
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