So last Sunday (June 3rd) was my birthday. Woo. I turned 22~ go me.
I went to the Georgia Renaissance Festival - Again. But this time I was with friends and wore one of my dresses I'd been working on for a bit.
We had fun, I got sunburnt (huzzah!) and got to see =
ladydove7, =
girlanime, ~
eveshka and some of my other friends, all at the same place. It was pretty groovy.
Um, what _wasn't_ so groovy was the nice little, I dunno... could you call it a prank? that they pulled on me. We were in the one sit-down restraunt in the park, the Peacock Teahouse. It's nice, it's covered and sorta kinda airconditioned... and better yet they bring your food and drink TO you, instead of having to stand in a line. Now that is huzzah worthy.
Anyhoo~ Ick, the Troll King, is taking Tea with his daughter Amonia and what I think was her boyfriend... not entirely sure. As they get ready to leave they have to pass our table and ~
eveshka decides to be cute and tell them it's my birthday. *sigh* Well, Mr. Ick comes over behind me. This guy is huge, let me tell you what. Massively huge (this coming from a girl whose badonkadonk has its own zip code) and gets the other two to join him. After he gets Amonia to stop chewing on ~
eveshka's wings, they sing "The Birthday Dirge:
This isn't your average happy birthday song. Oh no, this one is "special". I mean that in the best way of course. Here's a couple lines from it, just to give you an idea:
Happy Birthday! *THUD*
It's your Birthday *THUD*
People dying everywhere
The whole world is in despair
Happy Birthday *THUD*
It's your Birthday *THUD*
You like children yes you do,
Fried or Baked or in a Stew
Happy Birthday *THUD*
It's your Birthday *THUD*
Now you are the age you are!
You know your end cannot be Far!
And so on and so on for about... five or so minutes. It might have been longer. I was too distracted actually, by the big hulking beast behind me snorting the biggest loogi in history. I was freaking out, not beacuse of the sounds he was making, but because I thought this crazy thing was going to spit. on. my. dress.
No. NONONO. No. I'm sorry, if he does this I'm going to get kicked out or arrested or something, because I'd have to kick his green butt into next week. Doooo not spit on mah dress. Thats why I was wigging out.
But yeah, we had an interesting day. A friend of mine gave me a very lovely Ear Cuff with a shamrock and a tiny CZ, it's quite lovely. I am super into Irish stuff so it was perfect. It also happened to be her birthday that day, I had gotten her a tinkerbell windchime ^_^ She loves Tink, so she really liked it.
My brithday isn't such a big deal to me, because it's not such a big deal to anyone else. My mother has forgotten more times than I care to think about. She didn't actually forget this time because I mentioned it a few times - but she didn't get me anything. She made she she got my brother his end of school gifts for his teachers but uh, yeah, she didn't have enough money for a card for me. I really don't care about presents, but it would have been nice had a little thought been put in my direction. My brothers got ribs on their birthdays. I had a TV dinner while I played Sudoku. Last Night I bought BBQ for everyone, cleaned the dining room and everything in an effort to have us do something together (a family eat dinner together? What a novel idea) and no one wanted to. So I ate what was supposed to be my Birthday dinner alone. Fan. tastic.
I think I've just been bitter. Usually these things don't bother me so much.... but June 2nd, I went to the memorial for my friend Valerie who was killed in a car accident back in April. That day, she and I were supposed to be going to see Celtic Woman, having a night on the town, and just being girly girls. She would have just gotten back from her trip to China. I was looking forward to this like nothing else. Instead? I went to visit with her family because she was no longer with us. Her sister in law, Andrea, who is a really amazing person did something very special for me that day.
Val, two weeks before her accident, had ordered two dolls. Andrea was given all of Val's doll stuff and decided to give Colleen (A best friend of Val who had known her since Highschool) one of the dolls, and the other to me. I am still sort of in shock that she did that. I don't really know what to think, even though I've had him for a week. I really don't think of him as "Mine." He's Val's, I'm just looking after him for her. He's gorgeous though, I wish she had gotten to see him.
His name is "Phi." It's the Greek word for the Golden Ratio. His brother's name is Rho, but I'm not entirely sure what that means. They're both math terms, I know that much. Val was such a math dork, she could do Calc in her head and understood things that made my brain just die... so trust her to name her dolls after math vocabulary.
He is a beautiful doll. He's a little punk, or thinks he is anyway. I'm sure his bark is worse than his bite. I see her in him though, her influence and style - He just needs a cigarette and a starbucks cup now.
Wow, I talk a lot. I just realized I've written a book's worth of crap. Oh well
