Bwah! Why do I start all journal entries like this!
Anyways, I went to the renaissance festival down past castle rock (fuck if i can remember the name of that podunk little asscrack town). This is my third time going, and honestly, it gets less and less exciting each time. I walk around and see shit that looks cool, and look at the price tag, and think to myself, "I could probably make that, at a fraction of the cost!". That is with some of the things. Some of the art, I can not do, but a lot of the simple leatherworking, or chainmailling or what have you is easy to do.
I spent the last couple of days, sewing away like mad to prepare my outfit for this (yes, I am a heterosexual male that sews, deal with it) and turned out a pretty fucking cool islamic tunic. Maybe I should take pictures and put them here. No point really, no one reads this shit anyways.
I drove so fucking much today. I hate driving. I drove... an hour and a half down to the renfair, an hour and a half back... an hour down to Obie's... 2 back. That all equals. Too fucking much. I was so eager to drive back this evening, I thought I was getting onto I-25 north in Denver from 36-West, but I somehow was on I-70 east... and didn't notice it for 34 miles. 34 FUCKING MILES. I turned around and went back to denver and then back onto I-25 north. Fucking pain in the ass. That's what I get for driving alone at night, extremely tired and bored.
That shit just happens I guess.
Anyways, I went to the renaissance festival down past castle rock (fuck if i can remember the name of that podunk little asscrack town). This is my third time going, and honestly, it gets less and less exciting each time. I walk around and see shit that looks cool, and look at the price tag, and think to myself, "I could probably make that, at a fraction of the cost!". That is with some of the things. Some of the art, I can not do, but a lot of the simple leatherworking, or chainmailling or what have you is easy to do.
I spent the last couple of days, sewing away like mad to prepare my outfit for this (yes, I am a heterosexual male that sews, deal with it) and turned out a pretty fucking cool islamic tunic. Maybe I should take pictures and put them here. No point really, no one reads this shit anyways.
I drove so fucking much today. I hate driving. I drove... an hour and a half down to the renfair, an hour and a half back... an hour down to Obie's... 2 back. That all equals. Too fucking much. I was so eager to drive back this evening, I thought I was getting onto I-25 north in Denver from 36-West, but I somehow was on I-70 east... and didn't notice it for 34 miles. 34 FUCKING MILES. I turned around and went back to denver and then back onto I-25 north. Fucking pain in the ass. That's what I get for driving alone at night, extremely tired and bored.
That shit just happens I guess.
And I do always appreciate friends