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tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-09-14 11:09 am
tenlittlebullets) wrote2003-09-14 11:09 am
O_o
No matter how many times I go to Ren Faire, I am always surprised by the... erm... variety of humanity that hangs out there. Saw a man walking around in WAY TOO TIGHT red velvet tights with no shirt on except a leather harness. Am not kidding. As well as a girl in a collar with her hands cuffed behind her back, being led around by her boyfriend, and two girls snuggling and making out while one of the people who worked there shouted "Witches!" at them while trying not to laugh. I <3 Ren Faire.
Am positive the girl who sold me my soft pretzel had an autistic spectrum disorder. She was like eight, and you could just tell. Neither of us made any eye contact whatsoever, except thirty seconds where we just stared at each other. Anyone in the vicinity probably thought we were exchanging telepathy or something, but I don't think either of us realised we were acting weird until we saw the other person doing it too.
Bought a flute there, can almost play it. Tried to buy a costume, but the only waistcoat they had that I liked was so small that when they laced it up I almost did a Pirates and stopped breathing. Not fun. I honestly don't think the people there believed I was a girl until they started fitting me, although I looked pretty good in the whole ensemble--possibly because I took it off before I turned blue.
Only in Maryland do the condiments beside the french fry stand include salt, vinegar, ketchup, mustard--and Old Bay. I love my Old Bay.
Am positive the girl who sold me my soft pretzel had an autistic spectrum disorder. She was like eight, and you could just tell. Neither of us made any eye contact whatsoever, except thirty seconds where we just stared at each other. Anyone in the vicinity probably thought we were exchanging telepathy or something, but I don't think either of us realised we were acting weird until we saw the other person doing it too.
Bought a flute there, can almost play it. Tried to buy a costume, but the only waistcoat they had that I liked was so small that when they laced it up I almost did a Pirates and stopped breathing. Not fun. I honestly don't think the people there believed I was a girl until they started fitting me, although I looked pretty good in the whole ensemble--possibly because I took it off before I turned blue.
Only in Maryland do the condiments beside the french fry stand include salt, vinegar, ketchup, mustard--and Old Bay. I love my Old Bay.