In June, LG and I went to the grounds of the Pennsylvania Renaissance Festival to go to a Celtic Fling. LG was, to be sure, quite dubious at best. Upon reaching the grounds, she said "We haven't even parked yet, and I've seen two guys in kilts."
But, after a bit, she found the weaponry shops, at which time she really got into it...might have something to do with her desire to be armed amongst so many faire loonies.
First thing was first, though - it was quite toasty, so LG decided to get her hair braided. It looked great, and was quite a bit cooler for her, too, so it's a plus. She decided that if we go back in September for the Highland Games, she'll get it done again.
And a bit of self-imagery. I'm not a regular smoker, but I do enjoy cigars, and when we go to these types of things, they always seem to have a cigar booth, and, well, bards don't do so well when trying to resist temptation.
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