Faire
Pictures are up.
No more Shit daemon. Though, her story will live in infamy for years to come. The telling of her story to others spawned stories of past goings on from the camp. Something about pulling guns on a guy who had firecrackers. Something about blowing horns back at an on coming train. Something about wax and naked women. You get the idea.
Nat made some wonderful spaghetti Saturday night. She helped make breakfast the next morning too. The spaghetti was wonderful There was a huge pot of it. We fed like thirty people, most of whom came back for seconds. This is including Bluebury. We did OK. I was worried we would not have enough food, but Nat really came through.
Next weekend is the wedding between Chris and Sharon. It is also Halloween weekend. I know Chris and Sharon understand that many people only make some of the weekends. Most attended are first weekend, last weekend and Halloween weekend probably in that order.
The Goblin Nation is a-buzz with people preparing for a huge meeting/party that they have been planing for months. They are calling it the King's court. It sounds like a lot of fun. We will all be right in the middle of it on next Sunday. It sounds like fun, but that means a bunch more people.
I'm planning on taking the real camera next weekend. It should be fun. A bunch of people dress up as just plane amazing things. The camp grounds are packed. I have to say that this weekend was practically vacant. Only the die-hards were at the camp. Next weekend, Nat's going to try to get out there early so we can literally stake a claim. I'm taking a video camera for the wedding. Maybe we can catch some cool events besides the wedding.
Friday evening
I got off work a bit early and We headed out straight to faire. We took Johny because he needed a ride. We couldn't really get him back home because we had to run and pick up Elle. We still didn't make it out there until after six because we had to stop and pick up extension cords and citronella from Wal-Mart.
I made my normal walk around the back street and was amazed how how empty the place was. I would love to have some aerial photos from first weekend and this one to compare just shows up.
I stayed over at drum circle until 03:00. It was cool listening to the cops tell their stories and to watch the drunks try to pull their car off a truck tire that they somehow managed to drive over right in front of the cops. In a very drunk voice "There's a tire under my car." - "Where are my glasses?" - "I was asleep, what did you do to my car?" It was priceless. The tire was under the front of the car. They tried to drive off the tire, but the front wheels of the Toyota Tercel had no traction. They were gone by morning so they must have gotten some help.
Saturday evening
Nat made the most amazing spaghetti.
We made an amazing fire using all wet wood that was mostly huge chunks. We used the air mattress pump to fan the flames. That little trick works wonders.
Me brought her ferrets out, but I didn't manage to get any pictures.

Images
humm, Ken is in every single one of these pictures. He usually has his finger in all the pies at camp.

There was a fetish with hiding under other people's cloths .. while they are still warring them this weekend.


Bra tree


Fanning the flames.


Draining the spaghetti


Speaking of cops, Mike showed up just in time to help us move our tent with his four wheeler.


That is enough. I'm off to bed. Must go back to work to rest up for next weekend. Ned the money too.