It was definitely a different weekend. Today was busier than yesterday but it came in spurts….I found myself looking at the time and counting down the hours an awful lot.
I actually slept at the hotel last night. It was still outdated and run down but for the most part it was clean and the wifi worked. It was strange to me that the toilet and the shower were in the bathroom but the sink with the mirror was outside the door. Strange but better than where I was staying.
I got to the Faire early like I normally do on Sundays since I’m close and walked around a bit. I would really like an authentic garb to wear but can’t justify the cost. I bought nothing this week but I am eyeing a stuffed Nessie for the Girl for Christmas.
Another thing happened today….I flirted. It’s been an awful long time but I am still pretty sure it was flirting. I noticed him when he first walked into the booth….he was wearing a kilt so of course I noticed. He was cute so I looked more than once. He wasn’t very tall but I’m only looking…right? He was there with friends and I learned that he had limited wall space. The friends made a purchase and I was holding it for them. He was to make his decision by the time they came back top retrieve their art.
It was all kind of whirlwindish because they came back right after my breaker came and I had just come back from a bathroom run. On a side note….weekend 5 and this was the best late afternoon Sunday at the porta potties …it wasn’t awful. I was prepared for awful so I was pleasantly surprised. He walked into the booth carrying a framed piece of something and I said something like “I thought you only had wall space for one more piece.” He smiled and replied “I bought this from the coat of arms place for a Christmas present. Don’t worry I wasn’t cheating on you.” This was followed by a light banter back and forth. I learned about a Scottish festival out that way during this last conversation.
Recap….as far as I can tell he is single. He is of Scottish decent. He has great taste in art. He was cute and wearing a kilt. Those are all great things but none of them matter. First and foremost I will never see him again. The part that matters is…I can still flirt…even with gray roots and a bad henna/indigo experiment blue left in my hair….I can still flirt. I guess I’m not dead yet…..
Once again, no one was in a hurry to leave. I felt extra bad for the woman who braids hair next to me…Someone came up after the cannon boomed and wanted her hair braided. I have an hour and thirty five minute drive…she has a three hour drive. People are so rude.
Speaking of rude….I could not get around the traffic today. When I hit the bridge I hate, not only did I have to drive in the dreaded right lane but another car had the nerve to drive right next to me in the left lane the whole way. I didn’t die but I didn’t like it either. It was dark on top of everything. Only one more weekend…
I made it home around 8:30, changed my clothes and went right in to food prep. I know I have already said it but …one more weekend to go…..Zia