On Saturday we woke up and went to the fair. I went in costume. Apparently you could see through the back of my skirt. I asked my friend if it was see-thru before we went but she said she couldn't see anything. Probably the morning lighting. But when we got there I was looking in a store of those sashes with the gold coins on them that gypsies wear. The guy was trying to sell me one. When I left he called me back and put one around me and said I was showing. How embarrassing. And just in case you're not counting, I'll do it for you: That's twice in two days that I was exposed. Anyway, I bought the sash and wore it the rest of the day, and the next day when we were there too.
The first day we shopped a lot, tried on corsets, etc. I bought a parasol in addition to the sash. We also saw a side show with this guy who did tricks with juggling with fire, a whip, and even nailed a nail into his nose up the nostril all the way. We saw a brief bit of the Birds of Prey show. I got my palm read.
Everything was ridiculously expensive.
That night I went to bed early as I was exhausted. I was also sunburned. The tent fell on me that night and I had to crawl out and get someone to help me fix it. It was quite an experience.
And the last day, we went to the fair again, and me and Tiffany rode an elephant! It was incredible. And their skin does NOT feel like what you'd think it would. We also watched the Fire-Whip show, which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. A guy doing tricks with a whip, sometimes which is on fire. And sometimes more than one. Then me and Tiffany got our fortunes told. The creepy part is....the woman told me that I would have a decision to make in March. That I would move. And that in the summer...I would get pregnant. So. Which part of me doesn't buy, cuz she skirted around some questions and things. But she also predicted that Tiffany would have a second job over the holidays. When we left, Tiffany told me that she had been right, and that she'll be working at her Uncle's store over the holidays as well as her normal job. Sorta creeped me out. Plus, the way things are going with Jeff, I wouldn't be surprised if I was proposed to soon. In March?
Of course, I told Jeff about this. I'm assuming now that he'll ask in March just because I brought it up and maybe it planted the idea in his head to do it then. Maybe that's how fortunes come true. People hear them and then make them come true by the power of suggestion. Either way, I really hope the pregnancy part isn't true. I am not ready for a child.
So anyway, that was my Ren. Fest. escapade. I want to go every year now. It's incredibly fun and affordable. I mean it's expensive. But if you only go once a year and budget yourself. I mean come on, it's doable.
In other news, last night I tried to make homemade fries. And my stove sucks. My apartment filled with so much smoke that the alarm went off, the whole apartment was hazy, I got a headache and eventually had to leave and go outside because it was burning my eyes and making me cry. It's not like I did badly on the fries. The stove got so hot that the outsides burned and the insides were absolutely raw. Inedible. And I only had them in the pan for a few minutes each, not on the highest heat either. Today my peas burned. How the hell do you burn peas? Ugh. Hate my stove.
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