Ok, so quite a bit has happened since I last wrote. So last weekend I did something that I felt a little guilty about, but quickly got over.
It started last Friday night when I shaved my head. I've always cut my hair pretty close but this time I just decided to just totally shave it bald. I like it. I am really enjoying the bald. So anyway, I mosey on down to my favorite bar and on the way there I decided to stop and another bar that's in between there and the barber shop. So I'm there, having a few drinks (as I do) and my head started to itch a little bit. I ask Michelle (the bartender) if they have any rubbing alcohol. She says no. So I ask if she has any grain alcohol. She does! I cleaned hair residue off of my head with grain alcohol. How cool is that?
So I finally make it to my regular bar and Sara (the red head) ask me what i'm doing the next day. I was supposed to go out of town, but I told her that if I still here I'd give her a call. I didn't leave, so I kept my word. It turns out she invited me to go with a group of people to RenFest. (The Maryland Renaissance Festival) So this is where the quasi-guilty part come into play. Many moons ago, before Cairo and I started dating, we were friends, duh. She always wanted to go to RenFest, and I always said I would take her. NEVER HAPPENED. So then we started going out. Renfest came around again, she wanted to go. NEVER TOOK HER. Three years in a row I was suppose to take her to RenFest. Every year I promised. Every year I failed.
So this year we broke up, and now I find myself going to RenFest.
Ironic, sure.
A little guilty, sure.
Am I okay with it now? You better believe it.
RenFest was fucking awesome!!! I had Steak on a Stake. I got a henna tattoo on the back of my head. It was a scorpion. The music was great. The costumes were fabulous. The shows were crazy and funny. It was a great time. We took a cheese bus so we didn't have to worry about drinking and driving. It was the perfect day.
BTW, if you are a breast/cleavage person, RenFest is your Mecca. OMG, I've never really big into breast and cleavage, but WOW!!! God bless the corset! Boobage to left and boobage to the right. It was freakin' ridiculous.
So I started hanging out with this chick that I've known passively for a couple of months. She really kool. She sings in this choral group. They sing pirate songs and some madrigals. They even perform at RenFest. She heard me singing and harmonizing to some songs and now she wants me to join the group. How kool is that? A chick I'm into, sings with a group who performs music I love, and wants me to join. This definitely has possibilities!!!
KELLY LIVES!!!!!!!!!!
I ROCK!!! I ADDED PICTURES!!!
It started last Friday night when I shaved my head. I've always cut my hair pretty close but this time I just decided to just totally shave it bald. I like it. I am really enjoying the bald. So anyway, I mosey on down to my favorite bar and on the way there I decided to stop and another bar that's in between there and the barber shop. So I'm there, having a few drinks (as I do) and my head started to itch a little bit. I ask Michelle (the bartender) if they have any rubbing alcohol. She says no. So I ask if she has any grain alcohol. She does! I cleaned hair residue off of my head with grain alcohol. How cool is that?
So I finally make it to my regular bar and Sara (the red head) ask me what i'm doing the next day. I was supposed to go out of town, but I told her that if I still here I'd give her a call. I didn't leave, so I kept my word. It turns out she invited me to go with a group of people to RenFest. (The Maryland Renaissance Festival) So this is where the quasi-guilty part come into play. Many moons ago, before Cairo and I started dating, we were friends, duh. She always wanted to go to RenFest, and I always said I would take her. NEVER HAPPENED. So then we started going out. Renfest came around again, she wanted to go. NEVER TOOK HER. Three years in a row I was suppose to take her to RenFest. Every year I promised. Every year I failed.
So this year we broke up, and now I find myself going to RenFest.
Ironic, sure.
A little guilty, sure.
Am I okay with it now? You better believe it.
RenFest was fucking awesome!!! I had Steak on a Stake. I got a henna tattoo on the back of my head. It was a scorpion. The music was great. The costumes were fabulous. The shows were crazy and funny. It was a great time. We took a cheese bus so we didn't have to worry about drinking and driving. It was the perfect day.
BTW, if you are a breast/cleavage person, RenFest is your Mecca. OMG, I've never really big into breast and cleavage, but WOW!!! God bless the corset! Boobage to left and boobage to the right. It was freakin' ridiculous.
So I started hanging out with this chick that I've known passively for a couple of months. She really kool. She sings in this choral group. They sing pirate songs and some madrigals. They even perform at RenFest. She heard me singing and harmonizing to some songs and now she wants me to join the group. How kool is that? A chick I'm into, sings with a group who performs music I love, and wants me to join. This definitely has possibilities!!!
KELLY LIVES!!!!!!!!!!
I ROCK!!! I ADDED PICTURES!!!
cool to hear that renfest is fun. I've never been, but i've seen the grounds on the way to annapolis. sounds very interesting at the least. doesn't it go on for multiple weeks?
so yeh. idunno about you, but the singing and the coolness would matter just a little less to me because i have such a stupid weakness for redheads. *sigh*. it's like reese's peanut butter cups. how do you say no to chocolate and peanut butter?? she sounds pretty cool. a good singing voice is soooo nice. cheers.