Saturday, November 24, 2007


I'm driving home with Misseswether asleep in the front passenger seat and the Wethergirls passed out in thier car seats. Dusk is here on a cold November evening but the car's heater makes it nice and toasty. A block of Tom Petty is playing on the radio and absolutely everything is right with the world.

There's a special feeling of happiness that's only available to good husbands and fathers. It happens as you drive your sleeping crew home after a wonderful day where everyone had a wonderful time and now trust you to protect them on the long drive home. If brandy was an emotion it'd feel something like this. Warm, glowing, safe, and loved. It doesn't get any better than this.

We had spent the day back in the 16th century. It was cold, overcast and windy but everyone was in good cheer. Musicians played, comidians comedied, jugglers and beer wenchs juggled. Food was eaten from sticks. Shiney metal objects were purchased. Mini, Mambo, and Misseswether danced. Daddy carried. I love the faire!

Alas, silk and drool don't go well together so we went ungarbed. This was the first time in ten years and fifteen faires that we didn't dress the part. It felt really weird.

E Muzeki, one of my favorite bands.

Mambowether and Misseswether grooving to E Muzeki's gypsy beat. Mambo was spellbound by all the musicians at the faire!

For Miniwether, it was all about the rides. We did the giant swing, the ponies, the 3D castle of terror, and others that I've lost count of. The girls is like daddy, she likes to be moving.


Love, plus maybe a hint of confusion.

Queen Bonnie defines all that is good with RenFest patrons.

Old, old school Father Christmas. Miniwether asked him for "princess dress-up clothes", Misseswether asked him for music books, and Mambowether asked him for "Gaaa!". I'm very curious to see how Santa interpets "Gaaa!".
Sidenote: If you think Santa has a big smile in this picture you should have seen him with the three hot co-eds sitting on his lap a moment before!


Life is very, very good to me.

Adventure! Ecitement! Renaissance!


ironraven said...

I"d be concerned about the request for "gaaah"- it is very close to "qagh!". Carnivourous nightcrawlers in blood sauce.... yeah, great tradition to add to the Christmas breakfast. :P

Merriwether the Adventurer said...

Have yourself a very Klingon Christmas,
May all your blades shine bright...