Running Till We Run Out of Luck.

Yes, I know, this is supposed to be part 3 of the Renaissance Festival, but things haven't exactly gone as planned lately. It's not bad, I must say, but very unexpected.

Next Monday I will be starting at a company called Etech. This is an electronic communications firm. Another way of saying a call centre that makes me a sales person. It will start off full time, from 4pm to 11pm, weekends off. That's for four weeks...minimum wage. It won't be a great deal of money, but it will help. After that I will be part time, with a varying schedule that's a headache to even try to remember. It was supposed to be full time, with weekends off at $9 an hour. That has been battered down to $8 hourly with weekends included. Oh well.

We still have the once a week at Tom's place, kicking back with video games and beer and food. Somehow, despite not having any money to speak of, we all still scrape enough together to make sure we all have fun. In a culture where art is truly disposable in the worst of ways we small group of people take the time to discuss politics, the weather, the latest designs for games and movies, and wonder about the stars sharing any new information we've gleaned. Love my friends; the stupid, irresponsible, people that we are.



On the down side it seems my other 'friend' has outted himself to the world, well his world anyways, and is now comfortably settling down with a new boy that he seems to like very much. Well, perhaps calling it a downside is a bit much, it does mean that I'm going to have to try to find a new play thing, though. Shhaaame on me! But, with it seeming everyone is in a relationship lately things have been gray. This old warrior is having trouble keeping up. My bar hopping, fight craving, booze swilling, violent gaming, braggart friends are finding more delicate distractions. Yet. Love, it seems, eludes me in this part of the world. Oh well, simply means I need to find more to dedicate my time to. With any luck...this Etech will be able to put me onto full time and ontop of my bills so I can mount myself on top of something more fun.



So, a positive experience yet, and more to come. But, as you can see, these weeks have been very surprising and full of turns, indeed.

Intermission.

I know that I was supposed to finish the blog about the ren-fest...but there has been way too much alcohol floating around lately and the celebrating has gotten in the way of story-telling.

So, forgive this intermission.

Faerie Fun at the Festival. Part 2.

So, day two kicked off to an amazingly b.e.a.utiful morning. Of course for me that means it was drizzling, dreary, overcast, and that chill in the air that makes you shudder fearing a foul wind? I was goddamn giddy. Unable to sleep we had all woken up early, cleaned, packed, and took off. We were 2.5 hours AHEAD of schedule. At this point it was roughly 6:30 AM. We stopped for a couple cups of coffee and hash-browns, but left still two hours earlier than we expected. I'll spare you kids the next 3 hours of bad jokes and great groaners. Although, there was one very scary moment; the turn off to the only stop we had planned was to an OFF ramp, against the flow of traffic. There was a near collision, but we made it fine and dandy.

Upon arrival we took a half hour to set up our tent, get the cooler stowed, and dressed. Unfortunately by this time the drive had taken it's toll. Of course it was passed 10 in the morning and the Texas sun was already in full force. I decided to skip on wearing the 20lbs of leather and opted for a brown cut off that may resemble a tunic if you don't look too closely and squint a little. Of course E looked cute as hell and Tom was as scary looking as he wanted to be. So, we ventured forth already sweaty, but no less giddy. And damn, did it pay off.

As soon as we stepped inside the large stone arches that scent of fresh black soil, new leather, cooking meats, and perfumed people's made us forget about the cramped car. The idea was simple, today was for browsing and watching the performers, taking note of those things we would purchase later while being able to generously tip the performers for their fine, funny, and raunchy acts. I had a few myself for the samba and gypsy dancers. As well as the sexy fairies that wondered around. Two caught my eye in a way that only really one other woman has before. The first wore blue and silver, petite yet tall she walked with a light step and a bright smile. What caught my eye before noticing even the corded muscle under the cat-suit and delightful way she bounced under the spandex was the dark auburn hair that framed her rich blue eyes. I made a mental note to offer her something fine later. The second...well, who could blame me? Tall, exquisitely muscular, curvy, confident, and very very...green. She was an amazon goddess that left me slack jawed. Unfortunately for me her hand was attached to a male just as arousing. Didn't stop the mead from flowing into several cups and being offered to the happy couple in good faith. They knew what they were doing, unabashedly they let me lavish my attention on them for a good while before Tom and E were a bit...upset. I payed for it with lunch.


Of course...I was in on two secrets from my two compatriots. For Tom, I helped him look for a suitable ring and a well guarded plot where people rarely ventured. Often I would break them away from one another, making sure Tom got his privacy to browse, but as well speaking to E about what time and how the big reveal of her sexy bravado for him would go. Neither saw through my illusions in keeping an eye on the other. It was fantastic. Both of them would glance at the other smiling while thinking about the other's reactions, I would smile at them both happily helping them give each other wonderful presents the next day. While E's present was simply needing time, Tom's gift needed to be found. So, after watching The Steele Sisters and Adam 'Crack' we headed to Sherwood. E's favourite place. It was there we found hair braiders. E, being the giving gal she is insisted that while she waited and got her do that the man and me look around and wait for her to text. This was our chance! We headed off, asking and accosting jewelers of all sorts. It was to little avail at first...after nearly giving up to settle on a jade piece we found a small, unassuming shed of a shop. Inside were the usual fair. Trinkets of decent quality, but nothing outstanding and lavish as the jade. Until Tom spotted it. A small rose, studded with a single sapphire in the base. He knew it was perfect. But we had to act quickly.

So, we managed to purchase the ring, and have it sized.....there was a hitch, however. E was texting furiously waiting at a bridge. I did what any friend would do, gave him the perfect alibi and sent him on his way. It took an hour for the ring to be sized, and the timing was as good as it could have been. Pocketing the thing I saw Tom and E making their way to me, so I did what I always do in a situation like that. Ran towards the nearest sharp and pointy shop and hid. Luckily it was the blacksmith, who only raised an eye-brow when I told them that I had got caught up watching his craft. I was scolded, and we sauntered on to the next act, then towards more drink and more food before the fireworks. A great band played while jugglers walked around the entirety of The Arena, the fire eater took some hecklers on the chin by dashing a harmless bowl of flash powder over their heads, and the fireworks were accompanied by some of the greatest bagpipes you've never heard! Ah....we were so fucking bushed and drunk that we struggled to stay clothed as we walked back to the tent.



This is not where this day ends, however, as the nights festivities continued after the children were asleep and the couple clasped each other tight. But, that'll be for later. That night holds some things that bear more description than the length of this post allows. As for Sunday, it was uneventful comparatively, but deserves full accounts by it's own right due to the love of the happy couple that I attended.

Faeire Fun at the Festival. Part 1

So, this weekend, it was a thing. A great thing. There was a super sexy secret dress, and a personally powerful proposal. To say all three of us had fun is an understatement. Even if after it was said and done I feel a little burned. It is the part of the friend, however.

Well, this won't be an easy one to write. More happened over the course of three days and two nights than in the last several months. It was a menagerie of spectacular sights, wonderful scents, loud melodic sounds, and so much goood drink. Perhaps it would be best to begin with the day before leaving?

Friday; it was a simple way to start, I stay at my place, getting the sleeping bag and lanterns ready for the next night, wash clothes, and pack only the essentials. You see, I am a light traveler. The idea is simple, you can find most things waiting for you at the destination, so all you truly need are the clothes you want, and deodorant. Of course there was enough liquor to kill a small bull, but that's the greatness of packing lightly, it allows more flexibility for personal items later. Plus, of course, there is the all important bag; leather, double stitched, only one pocket needed for the smaller goods, with netting to separate deodorant from toothpaste and etcetera. So thus I waited, impatiently.

Not without some fun in mind though, because you see, both of my friends (Tom and E) had a surprise for each other planned on Sunday. And, being the great friend that I am, I had helped them both keep their secrets from each other. E was looking forward to surprising Tom with a certain outfit, one that made all of the male species who saw it salivate. And Tom...he needed the ring to put onto E's hand to permanently bond them into a couple. My couple of friends. Thus, I waited, excited to see her reaction to his plan, and to see her in the dress I had hemmed up and pleated so those fine hips showed a bit more. They arrived, we packed all, and went to theirs to sleep.

Sleep...however...didn't come easy. It was a Friday night after all, so staying on a strange couch while the parties outside bled in made this man very grumpy. It was fine, however, after I went for a stray smoke and glowered at the kids partying they seemed to get the hint and pissed off. Then the neighbors next door (who were also partying to a lesser degree) came out to accost me about standing in the cold half naked smoking alone. So they joined me till it was time for them to rest, and me to try again as well. The next three house of sleep dropped off and left me waking up staring at Tom's ass as he bent over looking for pancake batter. E's cute panty covered butt was next to his inspecting something else. A much better way to wake up than alone. I swear, they're my best friends and are quirky looking as it gets...but they both underestimate how attractive they actually are.

And there's the proof. I think we'll leave this here. The rest will be added as I remember in the next couple of days as separate posts. I should have at least a few more pictures to add to the list, we'll see how they turned out when they're emailed to me.

Till then, ttfn, ta ta for now, kids.

The Renaissance Rewritten

This weekend is our first campout at the Renaissance festival, something I've been looking forward to all year. I have no outfit. Very little money. Only a few drops of rye. But I've lots of cigarettes. And two cool people going with.

So, we're going to get ready, and there'll be lots to report come Monday. If I remember. Which I may not.

Conversation for a convenient coffee.

Well, while it's plausible things could have been better these last two weeks, it's also a fact they could have been much, much worse. With one week till Ren Fest looming the excitement is in the air, as is the future.

So what has been happening as of late? Well, let's start with the specifics of last night; a friend has moved into another friend's place because after nearly a year and a half his girl friend decided that it would be better for her, and possibly even him, if they split. He disagreed, but due to her troubled past with boyfriends he did the manly thing and simply, stoically packed. Now, I am a good man (at heart when others aren't looking), and being such decided we needed to get a break from staying in bed after work. So we went for a bar hop.

Six bars litter a our small college city, only one of them had more than a dozen vehicles parked anywhere near-by. It was a simple night, we drank a bit, there was some flirting with a few good girls, a couple sour looks from irked husbands, and my beard was relentlessly tugged...this part was more amusing to him that myself. It never fails, at least one person will pull on my facial features before the last call at any given pub. Not that I usually mind, the exception to that is given when the woman's husband is standing behind her holding her up. It was a positive experience besides, we're both people watchers so a couple hours were spent making up stories and scenarios for those patrons who caught our eyes. My friend was glad to just have gone out and talked to people who were happy to have people to talk back to them; mission accomplished.

As far as Ren Fest, well, we have all the camping supplies needed, a tent, swags, stove, and cooler. All that's lacking are costumes. Well, mine is the one lacking. It isn't as disparaging as later, the weather is cooling off, so the option to wear my favourite black duster simplifies things immensely. I have no money to buy anything except beer and food. It. Will. Be. Grand!

I've also been hearing from a boy recently, it's my personal secret (and the only one who knows of this blog's existence knows) that I enjoy sex with boy the female and male forms. I had met this lad a while back, enjoyed a one night stand, and never thought of him again. A text two days after my last post asked if I was up for hanging out again. For the hell of it, I was. For the hell of it, we fucked each other and sucked each other clean. We've decided to meet up possibly once a week for stress release. So, while it's nice to have an open dirty mind to play with, it's a reminder that I'm still alone. Maybe one day I'll let my secret out and have more options to choose from, but it's dubious. Till then, I'll just try to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh and the fact man and woman love what my tongue can do to them.

As far as work goes? I've been talking to a man who's renovating a tire shop in town. The old shop sold to a new place, so they'll be gutting and refitting the entire building for the next week and a half or so. He was a bearded brother, and thus the chances of being discriminated against for having a beard are slim to none. It was damn, damn nice to see another man not ashamed of being a bit gritty. So, cross your fingers! Pray to your God, gods, or goddesses, and hope that things take a turn for the better before the end of All Hallow's Eve.


Well, at least I've gotten laid lately. Questions or comments are welcomed =)