Picked up
I showed up on Darkside's doorstep clad in the compromise costume I'd wound up with: the under-layer to my usual garb, just the chemise, belted with a multi-strand leather belt that I've had for a few years but have never really got the opportunity to wear so much, and my pretty happy black scarf with silver threads. Darkside came to the door after a few minute delay, all dressed and ready, complete with water. (I checked.) He wanted to know if this was a new outfit, because he'd never seen me wear it before. (He notices?) I presented him with his ticket, and we were off. He'd known what I was up to the minute I called from my cellphone and asked for his mom, actually, given that I'd previously said that this particular weekend was the last weekend of the fair. What he had been a little worried about was the idea that all of this had been an elaborate set-up designed to get him anticipating a fun day -- and then having it be a let-down when the build-up and his expectations turned out to be the foolery. (But I'm not mean like that. So doing something like that didn't even occur to me. Though he'd better watch out for next year -- just wait and see if I don't call and talk to his mom a week before April Fool's Day so as to get him paranoid, and then just not follow through with anything.)
There was some phone tag trying to get us all in one spot, as
If you've seen Ded Bob once, you've seen about all there is to see, unless there's a new President, in which case the material will change slightly.
There was Tartanic. I videotaped a lot of it, and will be poking at it and probably uploading. At one point, Tartanic invited the audience to use those weekend minutes, call their friends and relatives, and share the joy that is bagpipes and drums with them. I seriously considered calling Mama and Dad and not even saying anything, just letting the bagpipe music play at them.
There was lunch. There was the Wylde Man Show (mud!) and there was almost jousting. But Demon Monkey the Eldest had an Axe Crisis, and then I had sunblock in my eyes, and one thing after another had us miss jousting. I was not too upset, because I was overheating and cranky as it was. We wound up in a costuming shop for a while as
Eventually, there were the Tortuga Twins, with their Loose Cannon show. At the renfair, shows with questionable content (or, er, outright racy content) are rated Loose Cannon, and Parents Should Know Better. Darkside had been mentioning this particular show all day. A friend of his had come to him going completely OMG over the content of the show. Darkside wanted to know why; had they added any new material? It had contained a rather lot of same-sex sexual innuendo, and the friend listed off all the shocking contents! Darkside shrugged: no new content there! He said we absolutely had to go to this. So we did. I about died laughing, and this is a show I very much should have taped, because wow. zomg the slash. I did wind up taking a lot of still photos. I have no idea if the women's underwear part was planned or impromptu, but oh wow that was hilarious. The woman with the low-cut shirt and the big boobs in the front row was complete coincidence; "Daddy" in the audience was probably part of a planned line of patter but also hilarious. Darkside enjoyed the whole thing more than I thought he might given the high level of same-sex sexual innuendo, as he's just a liiittle uncomfortable about certain things, but evidently innuendo is OK especially if it's for amusement purposes. (No actual gay sex was had in the making of this comedy routine!) That makes me happier in general.
During this particular show, Darkside and I wound up sitting with our legs touching for part of it. Not entirely accidental, not entirely "we are sitting this close anyway", and not entirely on purpose. Casual. Connected. We touch like that in private; we do it in public now too, it seems.
My poor delicate leather belt decided that it really did not like having a wooden sword shoved in it and banged around all day. There are now three of the leather thongs left connected. Alas!
Darkside went back and bought the wooden greatsword he'd been eying. *giggle* His is definitely bigger than mine! He was the one who made the jokes about compensating for something; I turned bright pink and couldn't comment.
I got sunburnt.
We went out for dinner. Part of the process was getting separated from each other; we eventually found each other in three different directions, or something like that.
Chocolate was half-price again. Glee!
Dinner was excellent fun once we got there. (Darkside hadn't counted on the construction when giving directions, and we circled around because there was no Superstition Springs exit coming westbound.) Darkside and
Somewhere in there, when they started on anime, I re-introduced
I walked Darkside to his door and claimed a hug. I let him know that ordinarily I'd say that I'd drop by next weekend to help brighten up his dull existence (not in quite those words, but same general gist of things) but friends moving! He made noises that were intended to be slightly mysterious and noncommittal, but nevertheless managed to indicate that if he were to have things his way, he would be at Anime Night. ♥ (I sometimes don't know why we bother with regular speech, because we say so many things without it to each other. I'm almost scared to think of the things he can read from me. Until the ends of the universe and beyond.) He's had an interview; here's hoping that things come through in a timely fashion. (I saw the quick flick of glance to the sky, and knew that I was witnessing a quiet instant of prayer. I felt like I was seeing something naked.)
This was a good day. A very good day. Pictures to follow sometime when I'm conscious.