Faire In Three Acts

Observational notes of a rennie from the inside of a faire season.

or How I Learned to Stop Worrying & Love the Bucketeer.

Chilidogs, Exes, & the Infobot

I am three peach beers deep into tolerating the woman shouting her fitness routine at the side of my face. My night has shifted between three gears: wedging my wit into conversations to gain even thinly backhanded approval that I’m not the girl before me, bracing against the chatty fitness Repilcant, and sitting awkwardly frozen in a camping chair contemplating every detail of what the next ten years or so of my life will be like.

I can’t decide which makes my tendons strain harder.

In & Out: Casing the Lemp Mansion

Photo courtesy Lemp Mansion Facebook page 2018

It is the 30th of November, 2016. The Lemp Mansion strikes my interest as a local oddity. I notify my significant other and plans are made to arrange a date at the allegedly haunted house, now serving as an inn with a dinner theater and updated plumbing.

Allegedly updated.