I’m sitting in the Nashville, Tennessee Airport waiting between flights for my final flight to Baltimore, Maryland. I had a fun time in Arizona, but now I’m ready to get back to work. Two more weeks with Wolgemut in Maryland and then TRF! All I’ve heard since I joined this Ren Faire thing is how great the Renaissance Festival in Texas is. Just a few more weeks and I will find out if it’s really all it’s cracked up to be…
In Arizona I got to have a lot of fun. I saw some old friends in Tucson, attended Punk Rock Happy Hour at the legendary Club Congress, celebrated my dad’s 50th birthday and went to Las Vegas with some of my friends to celebrate yet another birthday – my best friend Nolan’s 25th! I even got to spend a day at Lake Powell with one of my closest friends from college, Jill. She has been working there in hospitality for the past few months and it was a pleasant visit to say the least.
Now the vacation is over and as I said before it’s time to get back to work. My bandmate Dan is already in Baltimore and he plans to pick me up from the airport when I arrive around 10:30pm. Mike Hubner is due to arrive sometime tomorrow (Thursday) and Michael Gartner will probably arrive sometime soon if he’s not there already.
Vacations are great and seeing family/friends is awesome. But while I was home I realized how much I love this life on the road. I missed my bandmates, I missed the lifestyle. I almost missed the Renaissance Festival – heh, it’s an interesting relationship I have with Faire. Renaissance Faires are but a vehicle for a lifestyle that I enjoy and an ever-growing group of friends that I cherish. Let this not undermine how much I love my friends from home and elsewhere but there is just something about the relationships forged on the road that I think are so special. There’s something about taking on this lifestyle and living on the road together that creates a tight bond between us. It will be good to be back on the road after having been away for a while. I’ve truly missed it.
Speaking of which, I’ve got a flight to catch*.
PS – For dinner I got a slice of sausage pizza, but I’m kicking myself for not trying the BBQ! Dang yo, if you’re ever in the Nashville Airport, try yourself one of their BBQ restaurants…the smell is soooo good!
*ED NOTE: As I was writing this I was sitting at a bar in the airport sipping on a Jim Beam (whiskey) & Coke. It cools my nerves for the flight. Just as I finished my first one, I got up to get another and realized my flight was leaving soon. So, I grabbed the drink, closed my tab, chugged it down, and ran to the flight gate. When I got there, nobody was waiting in the lobby but there was a security person walking up the gate.
“Are you David?” He asked.
“That’s me,” I replied.
“Better hurry, you’re the last one to board.”
Damn, I thought, always getting caught up in bars, haha. He scanned my ticket and I walked down the corridor to board the plane. I reached the plane and a flight attendant smiled at me. “David?” She asked.
“Yep,” I answered.
“Welcome aboard,” she said.
I walked down the aisle and found my seat feeling quite content and ready to fly, relieved that I made my flight – oddly cool with being the last one to board.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
"Dave in Boots"
During an extremely drunken night of partying at the New York Ren Faire campgrounds, I managed to lose my left shoe from a pair of Vans I had in a puddle of mud (ED NOTE: FULL STORY BELOW). The next night when I went back into New York City with my friend Corey, I had to wear the only extra footwear available to me at the time - my Wolgemut boots.
What resulted was the creation of this inspiring new look:
What more can I say? When you are forced into situations like this, you must accept them - and own them. I feel safe to say that I did. The proof is in this picture. Enjoy.
What resulted was the creation of this inspiring new look:
What more can I say? When you are forced into situations like this, you must accept them - and own them. I feel safe to say that I did. The proof is in this picture. Enjoy.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Last weekend in Tuxedo/NYC (again)
So, to make a long story short, my friends from NYC did end up coming out to the New York Rennaisance Festival (in Tuxedo Park, NY) and they came extremely drunk. My friend Corey and his roommate Diana along with two of her friends showed up sometime after 2pm and had apparently consumed an entire bottle of 100 proof rye whiskey on the train ride over. I find the fact that they even showed up to be quite commendable, but that they even made it after consuming so much liquor makes it even more impressive. I ran into these bad apples eventually when they came to watch my 4:30 Wolgemut appearance on the Teatro Del Sol stage. Sure enough, they were at the stage on time, front and centre, excited and innebriated - I wouldn't have had it any other way.
After the show (I know I said this story was short...but I lied) Corey said he wanted to stay and hang out. Diana and her two friends were trying to leave and wanted to catch a taxi cab back to the train station before they missed their 6pm train (the next one left at 10pm), so in what was probably the first biggest mistake of the night, they left Corey with me. The only problem was that I wasn't sure what we were going to do for the night. However, quick to come up with ideas, and determined to show my friend a true "renny's" renassaince faire experience, I decided that we should hang out in the campgrounds for the night and look for some parties. Little did I know that the fact we didn't have camping passes was going to make for an eventful evening.
The good thing was we did have a place to stay in an empty trailer that was not being used for the night. The bad thing was that we eventually got so drunk that we couldn't find where this trailer was in the dark and we had also managed to pick up a slew of security guards who wanted to kick us off the site for not having camping passes. That being said, we managed to create a pretty messy situation out of the night. Throw in the part where I stumbled into a large puddle/pond and ended up losing my left shoe in the mud and you've got a night that could only happen to one of two people - myself or Corey; and we were both there so you can only imagine what kind of trouble we created. I guess that's what happens when you hang out with friends from college and you still act pretty much just like you used to in college.
With the help of security (and whoops, the festival's entertainment director) we eventually found the trailer we were sleeping in and passed out. I slept on the only comfortable sleeping surface in the trailer while Corey miserably slept in discomfort all night. The next morning, I had to wake up and play with Wolgemut. Corey stayed sleeping in the trailer until 2:30pm when I came back to wake him up. I snuck him back onto the festival site and finished out the day of work. It was a pretty good day overall. Despite being super drunk the night before, I managed to make it through over seven different performances throughout the day. We finally finished at 7pm.
I had already been planning on going back to Brooklyn to hang out with Corey for one night, so we both got a ride with my bandmates to the train station and caught the 10pm train in to the City. The unfortunate thing about the whole situation was that I had still not recovered my lost left shoe from the previous night. In fact, it's still probably buried deep down in the mud somewhere in the forests of Tuxedo Park, NY. So, since I hadn't brought an extra pair of 'normal shoes' with me to the Ren Faire, I was forced to wear my costume boots in to the city. Needless to say, I got some interesting reactions from people - especially from this one black dude on the subway. This guy even called to me from across the way, "Hey! Puss in boots!"
Immediately an uproar of laughter came from the large group of friends he was with. He thought it was funny, and I could only really laugh at the situation myself, so I said," What's up?"
"Nah, I'm playin'," he said, "I like them boots though! Can I have 'em?" He then offered to trade me his shoes (a pair of fresh Nike Dunks!!) for my boots. I almost took him up on the offer since I was going to be needing some new shoes soon anyway (and they were some nice Dunks too, btw), but I decided to keep my own boots because I would eventually need them for work again. Oh well. He didn't seem too disappointed. Since his train hadn't left yet, dude then offered to show me what he referred to as "a real big ol' Black ass!" Apparently it was worth seeing, so I walked on to the train he was on and he had his girl friend turn around and...HOLY CRAP!!! That was a big ass! I quickly grabbed my camera phone and snapped a photo. His friends laughed at that - some white kid taking a picture of this black girl's big ass - I guess it was pretty funny.
[PICTURE COMING SOON]
Corey and I eventually returned back to Brooklyn and had yet another late night of drinking and playing Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. I love visiting New York City. I always have such a fun time there - even in renaissance boots.
After the show (I know I said this story was short...but I lied) Corey said he wanted to stay and hang out. Diana and her two friends were trying to leave and wanted to catch a taxi cab back to the train station before they missed their 6pm train (the next one left at 10pm), so in what was probably the first biggest mistake of the night, they left Corey with me. The only problem was that I wasn't sure what we were going to do for the night. However, quick to come up with ideas, and determined to show my friend a true "renny's" renassaince faire experience, I decided that we should hang out in the campgrounds for the night and look for some parties. Little did I know that the fact we didn't have camping passes was going to make for an eventful evening.
The good thing was we did have a place to stay in an empty trailer that was not being used for the night. The bad thing was that we eventually got so drunk that we couldn't find where this trailer was in the dark and we had also managed to pick up a slew of security guards who wanted to kick us off the site for not having camping passes. That being said, we managed to create a pretty messy situation out of the night. Throw in the part where I stumbled into a large puddle/pond and ended up losing my left shoe in the mud and you've got a night that could only happen to one of two people - myself or Corey; and we were both there so you can only imagine what kind of trouble we created. I guess that's what happens when you hang out with friends from college and you still act pretty much just like you used to in college.
With the help of security (and whoops, the festival's entertainment director) we eventually found the trailer we were sleeping in and passed out. I slept on the only comfortable sleeping surface in the trailer while Corey miserably slept in discomfort all night. The next morning, I had to wake up and play with Wolgemut. Corey stayed sleeping in the trailer until 2:30pm when I came back to wake him up. I snuck him back onto the festival site and finished out the day of work. It was a pretty good day overall. Despite being super drunk the night before, I managed to make it through over seven different performances throughout the day. We finally finished at 7pm.
I had already been planning on going back to Brooklyn to hang out with Corey for one night, so we both got a ride with my bandmates to the train station and caught the 10pm train in to the City. The unfortunate thing about the whole situation was that I had still not recovered my lost left shoe from the previous night. In fact, it's still probably buried deep down in the mud somewhere in the forests of Tuxedo Park, NY. So, since I hadn't brought an extra pair of 'normal shoes' with me to the Ren Faire, I was forced to wear my costume boots in to the city. Needless to say, I got some interesting reactions from people - especially from this one black dude on the subway. This guy even called to me from across the way, "Hey! Puss in boots!"
Immediately an uproar of laughter came from the large group of friends he was with. He thought it was funny, and I could only really laugh at the situation myself, so I said," What's up?"
"Nah, I'm playin'," he said, "I like them boots though! Can I have 'em?" He then offered to trade me his shoes (a pair of fresh Nike Dunks!!) for my boots. I almost took him up on the offer since I was going to be needing some new shoes soon anyway (and they were some nice Dunks too, btw), but I decided to keep my own boots because I would eventually need them for work again. Oh well. He didn't seem too disappointed. Since his train hadn't left yet, dude then offered to show me what he referred to as "a real big ol' Black ass!" Apparently it was worth seeing, so I walked on to the train he was on and he had his girl friend turn around and...HOLY CRAP!!! That was a big ass! I quickly grabbed my camera phone and snapped a photo. His friends laughed at that - some white kid taking a picture of this black girl's big ass - I guess it was pretty funny.
[PICTURE COMING SOON]
Corey and I eventually returned back to Brooklyn and had yet another late night of drinking and playing Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. I love visiting New York City. I always have such a fun time there - even in renaissance boots.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Obama speech
So, I forgot to mention that while I was flying between Baltimore and Phoenix last Wednesday evening, I was able to catch Obama's address to congress on the issue of health care reform. Yeah, it was really cool - they had these little TV sets built into the back of the headrests in front of you and like 20 different channels you could choose from to watch.
And oh yeah, Obama's speech was pretty cool too. (haha, psych!)
Seriously though, I mean that. I was very impressed by Obama' eloquence and attitude during the entirety of the speech. I think he made the points he needed to make and did an effective job in communicating to both parties his goals in reforming the health care system. The only thing I thought it was lacking was something that even closely resembled the notion of a solution - obviously a big problem.
Lack of solution aside, for once in my life I feel as though the words of a politician are directly influential upon my day to day living. As an uninsured American (living with no healthcare plan) I felt during the speech that Obama's words were actually meant for me. Obviously they were meant for the other millions (billions?) of Americans lacking health insurance as well, but for once I actually felt moved by the words of a politician. My grandmother says she used to feel the same way when JFK spoke. That's pretty cool if you ask me.
After the speech was over, I watched South Park.
And then two days later, StreetCarnage showed me this video on the Internet posted by Blognigger (another excellent blog by the way):
Hilarious*. And btw, Joe Wilson, you are one sonuvabitch.
When they said your represented state was South Carolina, I nearly laughed. How badly can you humiliate an entire state of people**? I feel bad for the people of South Carolina. It's one thing when an entire region of the country gets stereotyped for being racist, ignorant, and stubborn, but it's another thing altogether when the man who's supposed to represent a state from that region exemplifies those stereotypes***!
*Obviously the above video is an exaggeration and I can't actually say that Joe Wilson is a racist, but I do know this - he did act stupidly.
**And I do understand that not everyone in South Carolina may support their elected representative, but maybe next time election season rolls around, people will get a clue and not re-elect this guy.
***To Joe Wilson's credit, he did apologize - but I still think he's a mean sonuvabitch and a sucker at that. To see for yourself, just watch this video. (NOTE: the words in the video were added and obviously carry a bias - but it was the only actual video I could find of Joe's apology)
And oh yeah, Obama's speech was pretty cool too. (haha, psych!)
Seriously though, I mean that. I was very impressed by Obama' eloquence and attitude during the entirety of the speech. I think he made the points he needed to make and did an effective job in communicating to both parties his goals in reforming the health care system. The only thing I thought it was lacking was something that even closely resembled the notion of a solution - obviously a big problem.
Lack of solution aside, for once in my life I feel as though the words of a politician are directly influential upon my day to day living. As an uninsured American (living with no healthcare plan) I felt during the speech that Obama's words were actually meant for me. Obviously they were meant for the other millions (billions?) of Americans lacking health insurance as well, but for once I actually felt moved by the words of a politician. My grandmother says she used to feel the same way when JFK spoke. That's pretty cool if you ask me.
After the speech was over, I watched South Park.
And then two days later, StreetCarnage showed me this video on the Internet posted by Blognigger (another excellent blog by the way):
Hilarious*. And btw, Joe Wilson, you are one sonuvabitch.
When they said your represented state was South Carolina, I nearly laughed. How badly can you humiliate an entire state of people**? I feel bad for the people of South Carolina. It's one thing when an entire region of the country gets stereotyped for being racist, ignorant, and stubborn, but it's another thing altogether when the man who's supposed to represent a state from that region exemplifies those stereotypes***!
*Obviously the above video is an exaggeration and I can't actually say that Joe Wilson is a racist, but I do know this - he did act stupidly.
**And I do understand that not everyone in South Carolina may support their elected representative, but maybe next time election season rolls around, people will get a clue and not re-elect this guy.
***To Joe Wilson's credit, he did apologize - but I still think he's a mean sonuvabitch and a sucker at that. To see for yourself, just watch this video. (NOTE: the words in the video were added and obviously carry a bias - but it was the only actual video I could find of Joe's apology)
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Back on the West (best?) Coast
Hey everybody,I am writing this newest post while sitting comfortably reclined on a couch in Chandler, AZ. I just got back to Arizona last night and the first thing I realized when I got off the airplane and set foot outside was that Arizona really is hot as balls! I had forgotten having spent the past 3 or 4 months in much cooler parts of the country just how hot my home state is. Seriously! I was watching the news a few minutes ago and it's supposed to get up to 105 degrees today!
Whatever...I'm making myself look bad right now. Like I said, this is my home state. A mere 105 degrees shouldn't make me flinch much less break a sweat - sure, if I was superhuman and able to withstand outrageously hot temperatures. I'll admit it, I kind of miss New Jersey's subtle cool temperatures right now. Even the amount of green trees and forest was a nice change in scenery from what I've been accustomed to.
Anyway, I'll be back out west for the next 2 weeks. It's vacation time! Then, back to Maryland for two weekends of playing with Wolgemut. From there, I'll be traveling to Texas for 2 months with Tartanic at TRF, and by the end of that festival, it'll be time to come back to Arizona and eat some turkey in celebration of Thanksgiving. Actually, I'll probably be working during Thanksgiving - sorry family! Oh well, I've never been a fan of holiday food anyway...more for you guys!
Stay tuned for more posts over the week. I've got a few stories from New York to share with you, a couple more from the city even. Not to mention I imagine I'll be facing imminent boredom over the next week since I'll be in Tucson. If I can figure out how to load pics from my camera on to this site, you guys'll all be in for some real treats! That's a promise.
-David
Friday, September 4, 2009
NYC
So, I just got back from spending a couple of days in NYC - Brooklyn to be exact. Williamsburg if I must be so specific. While there, I had a fun time visiting and hanging out with my college friend, Corey Rankin. Wednesday night, we drank some beverages and played Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2 on Corey's modified X-Box all night. Corey has this awesome X-Box that has been modified so that it can function as an emulator for playing old video game roms on. He has about a bajillion games on there, but during the time of my visit there was only one that mattered - Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. Admittedly, I got my ass kicked the first night of playing, so much so that Corey actually suggested we play something else. We played some old Nintendo games and watched some TV before eventually I passed out on his couch.
The next day, we woke up late and grabbed a train ride into Manhatten. We got off on 64th Street and walked into Central Park, and eventually over to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. For a mere $3 donation, I was able to walk around the museum for over 2 hours! Corey it turns out is more of a philanthropist than I. He paid a $7 donation for 2 hours of museum time. What a show off. The museum was great! I saw Egyptain art, Medievel weaponry, Van Gogh's, Matisses, even Michaelangelo's very first painting. There was quite a lot to see in the museum and we pretty much saw the majority of it in 2 hours. After we left the museum, we decided to walk all the way back to Brooklyn. It took us over three hours to get from the Metropolitan Museum of Art all the way to Corey's apartment front door. Crossing the Williamsburg Bridge during the sunset was well worth it. In fact, the whole day was beautiful and the temperature was perfect.
We got back to Corey's and almost immediately got back into playing some Tony Hawk. My game had improved since the night before and for most of the time we were neck and neck. Corey's roommate Diana was around and she helped us polish off the better part of a big bottle of cheap gin. Diana is a lot of fun. She's from Australia but has lived in Brooklyn for over 8 years. She also likes to drink a lot and is always introducing me to some wacky new British TV show whenever I visit. The first time I was over there, she showed me "Extras". This time it was something called "15 Storeys Above". If things work out, Diana and Corey may come out to the Tuxedo Ren Faire this weekend. I got them pretty curious from all the stories I told about the Ren Faire community. Plus it's easy to get to Tuxedo Park from NYC. Hopefully they'll make it.
Oh yeah, one last thing. Diana gave me a website recomendation. It's called ToplessRobot.com
Good thing too. StreetCarnage.com (although probably my longtime favorite blog) isn't always on with their material - especially of late. Topless Robot however, offered up a few gems right off the bat. Take for example, this video:
I think I've just found my new favorite superhero!!! Perhaps she could be my new girlfriend as well...
The next day, we woke up late and grabbed a train ride into Manhatten. We got off on 64th Street and walked into Central Park, and eventually over to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. For a mere $3 donation, I was able to walk around the museum for over 2 hours! Corey it turns out is more of a philanthropist than I. He paid a $7 donation for 2 hours of museum time. What a show off. The museum was great! I saw Egyptain art, Medievel weaponry, Van Gogh's, Matisses, even Michaelangelo's very first painting. There was quite a lot to see in the museum and we pretty much saw the majority of it in 2 hours. After we left the museum, we decided to walk all the way back to Brooklyn. It took us over three hours to get from the Metropolitan Museum of Art all the way to Corey's apartment front door. Crossing the Williamsburg Bridge during the sunset was well worth it. In fact, the whole day was beautiful and the temperature was perfect.
We got back to Corey's and almost immediately got back into playing some Tony Hawk. My game had improved since the night before and for most of the time we were neck and neck. Corey's roommate Diana was around and she helped us polish off the better part of a big bottle of cheap gin. Diana is a lot of fun. She's from Australia but has lived in Brooklyn for over 8 years. She also likes to drink a lot and is always introducing me to some wacky new British TV show whenever I visit. The first time I was over there, she showed me "Extras". This time it was something called "15 Storeys Above". If things work out, Diana and Corey may come out to the Tuxedo Ren Faire this weekend. I got them pretty curious from all the stories I told about the Ren Faire community. Plus it's easy to get to Tuxedo Park from NYC. Hopefully they'll make it.
Oh yeah, one last thing. Diana gave me a website recomendation. It's called ToplessRobot.com
Good thing too. StreetCarnage.com (although probably my longtime favorite blog) isn't always on with their material - especially of late. Topless Robot however, offered up a few gems right off the bat. Take for example, this video:
I think I've just found my new favorite superhero!!! Perhaps she could be my new girlfriend as well...
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
WHOOOPS...
We all do stupid things now and then. For me, my most recent bout of stupidity occurred last Friday night. As I mentioned in a previous post, we have been staying in New Jersey for the past few weeks at Frank and Gabrielle's house. Gabrielle has been nice enough to offer me use of her car while she is away and naturally I was delighted. The car is a standard transmission model, so I am literally the only person in the house now other than her who knows how to drive it. Therefore, I have been taking the car out on errands every now and then, but only if the errand was a necessity.Friday night was the occasion of one such necessity. Dan (of Wolgemut) and I had rented several videos from a local video rental store and the videos had to be returned by Friday night or else we would have to pay some late fees. So, I borrowed Gabrielle's car to go return the videos. It was about 9:00pm when I left and it was raining slightly.
The thing about this video store is that I had only been there once (when we rented the videos) and so I sort of had trouble finding it again. I had been driving around for literally a half an hour when I came to an intersection with a red light. As I mentioned before, it was raining out and I was still looking for this video store without any luck. I remember approaching the red light with my foot on the brake, slowing down, but looking out the passenger side window scanning businesses for the video store when all of a sudden...SMACK!!! A sudden jolt, and I looked up to see the bumper of a gold Honda Civic directly in front of me.
"Shit!" I thought. I had just gotten into an accident.
From the feel of the impact, I could tell that it wasn't a serious accident, but I knew that I was obligated to pull over and talk to the people I had just hit. So, I flipped the car into reverse and pulled into a gas station that was right there at the intersection. The other car did the exact same. Immediately, two 20-something looking women got out of the car. One was already on her cellphone, the other went to the back of the car to inspect for damage. I went up to them apologizing and asking if they were ok then went to the back of the car to inspect for damage.
It was pretty dark out and still raining slightly, but from my point of view, there was virtually no damage on their car. I had already inspected the front of Gabrielle's car and to my surprise there appeared to be no damage on her car either. The accident had shaken me up a little bit and I could tell it had shaken the women up too. I tried to calm them down apologizing and saying that I would accept responsibility for the damages but that I could not give them any insurance information because the car I had been driving was not mine. In the end I gave them my cellphone number, e-mail address, AZ Driver's license number and basically just my word that I would pay for any damage their car incurred.
I drove away from the scene with a slight bit of hope that I would never hear from them again and was actually quite relieved because from what I could see there was virtually no damage to their vehicle. I got back on the road, eventually found the video store, returned the videos, then drove back home to Frank and Gabrielle's. I hadn't been home more than a half an hour before my phone rang. It was the number of the girl from the accident.
I answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Hi, is this David?" A man's voice was on the other end.
"Yes, this is David," I replied.
"Hi David, this is Bryan, the husband of the woman whose car you hit today. I just wanted to tell you that there is a dent."
Crap, I thought. Just my luck really. We talked for a little while and basically worked it out so that he would take the car in for an estimate and I would pay for whatever the damages were. He was going to e-mail me the estimate over the weekend and we would take it from there.
Well, the weekend passed and I had not heard from anyone during that time. Then, Monday afternoon my phone rang again. This time it was the woman I had hit. She informed me that the damages were going to cost around $520.00 and on top of it, she needed a rental car to get to and from work while the car was being fixed. She wanted me to pay for this as well. I figured I had no choice and agreed to pay for this as well. All together it looked as if it was going to cost something like $600.00 for the damages and rental fee. She also sent me a report from the mechanic and was even nice enough to include some pictures of the damage.
Just for kicks I have decided to include the pictures of the $500 worth of damage caused by Gabrielle's car (an early 1990's Honda compact car):
There it is everybody. $500 worth of damage caused by two little screws that were holding on the front license plate of Gabrielle's car.
Sometimes I really can't believe how big a deal people make out of little things. Sure, this is damage and since I caused it I must assume responsibility for it. But the accident was by no means serious and had it been an older car, I don't think they would have cared so much. Just my luck that I hit a brand new automobile.
Oh well. I met with Bryan just yesterday and handed him a check for about $600 - enough to cover the maintenance fees and the rental car. Funny how these things happen. I've had a string of bad luck recently actually. Weekend before last I forgot the bagpipe when we went to the Tuxedo Ren Faire to work. We had already driven an hour and a half before realizing it was gone. Just this last weekend, during a performance on Saturday the bagpipe drone reed broke in the middle of our performance forcing us to stop. And on top of it, 3 out of the past 4 days working at this Ren Faire have been dominated by rain and bad weather. Last Sunday was our only decent day and we still made minimal tips.
All this being said, I think it's time for something really good to happen to me. Not that I'm miserable by any means right now. I'm actually pretty content with where I'm at right now. It's just this string of bad luck that has got to end. Hopefully that's the worst of it!
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