And you thought that chivalry was dead. Ppppft. In case it wasn’t obvious, this one is from the Renaissance Festival in Waxahachie, TX. “Me lords and me ladies, gather thee round me queen for the honorable ceremony of thee nights” (or something like that.)
There was this horrible kid there who kept poking us with a plastic sword. I wanted to knight him, but not stop at the shoulders, if you know what I mean.
Today is officially “Star Wars” day. I’m going to try to get a haircut. Yes, it’s true. I have a ticket to one of the hottest shows in town and I don’t even want to go. They’re taking everybody at work, you see, and I would much rather get a haircut. I need a haircut. I really, really need a haircut. I could do without seeing Star Wars.
Like I told one of the “bolting ladies” yesterday, “2 hours and 26 minutes of watching people stab each other with light sticks is not my idea of a fun time on the old town tonight. Sorry.”
(If only it were shorter or had one of those cute guys from Jackass crashing through the scenery, then, maybe. Japanese subtitles and cheesy Kung Fu maneuvers? I’m all over it. But, please, for the love of the cosmos, don’t make me sit through two and a half hours of James Earl Jones on a respirator saying, “Luke, I am your father.”)
Maybe I’ll even wear bangs again.
Until next time…