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John came down and helped jam with Drake's Mojo for a few hours on the outdoor stage before the "real" musicians came on. They miked his dij so it was loud enough to be heard in the apartments across the way, according to Terry Aquino, who lives there. After selling all morning, John, Luisa, and others who were around helped me pack everything back up and take it to the community center. We then hung around the New Deal for a while, then I went on a power walk with Luisa around the lake. That was the first time I'd ever tried it, actually, and I think it was a pretty good workout. I may do it more, but I've also gotten back to doing aerobics tapes.  Then
we went to Joe and Meg's for a party. It was a
Radagast-is-in-town-and-it's-John's-birthday party.There was lots of stuff to burn from the hurricane, and we had a huge bonfire for hours and hours, from around 7pm to 3am. All the men had a great time piling on everything they could find to burn, including a huge log that had been lying in the yard for a long time. J: At one point the flames towered at least two stories high. When it died down we walked through the flames over a big log that we had pushed into it, and also played fiery see-saw. A gibbous Moon, the bonfire, and a good amount of whiskey made for a very silly party, at least for me. At one point Gina put her jester hat on my head and gave me her "scepter" -- a dowel that she rescued from a fuel pile. So I tried the jester role for a while. I'd like to think I entertained some people. Well, OK, I really have no idea who was entertained by the amateur intoxicated jester, besides myself. Since this was my fourth annual 39th anniversary of my birthday (that's 1010102), I had decided to celebrate my meaning of life, no holds barred. I was only a little bruised the next day. G: Jenny and I had tentatively planned on going to the Sugarloaf Craft Festival the next day, but Radagast wanted us to go to the Renn Fair so badly that he offered to buy our tickets. Jenny spent the night at the Naabs', as did we, in their RV, and the next day we stopped home for showers before heading off to the fair. J: We ran into a lot of friends at the Renn Fair. I didn't see any shows or go into any shops, mostly I just sat around in a pub with friends and chatted. Dorian told us that he was there to see the Green Man Parade, something I'd never seen, so we went with him to find it. It turned out to be a very informal parade of guys dressed in green, with branches and leafy vines draped over them, wearing green masks and deer horns on their heads. They walked together through the crowds and stores, drinking much ale and singing a chant as they wandered along: Hoof and horn, hoof
and horn
All that dies shall be reborn Corn and grain, corn and grain All that falls shall rise again It was a very jovial gathering. We followed after them, declaring ourselves Green Groupies. Maybe next year we'll infiltrate the Green Man Parade, wearing our own costumes. Later, after drinking more ale, Rad hornswoggled me into attempting to climb the castle, an outdoor rock gym made to look like a small keep. Two of the routes up the wall have overhangs, and little bells at the top. If you ring a bell you get 20 bucks. The climb costs eight dollars, so you either lose eight or gain twelve. We watched other climbers for a long time. I said there was no way I could ring the bell, it looked like a 5.10 rated climb, and I haven't really climbed anything harder than a 5.7 lately, and that was with climbing shoes on and a chalk bag at my side (last time I did a 5.10 was over four years ago, and I didn't think Rad had ever gone rock-climbing). I pointed to the spot that I would fall from, a little more than halfway up. Radagast scoffed at my estimate and told me to ask the carneys running the castle what the rating was. I asked the nearest belayer, and he answered, "Five ten, five ten plus." Radagast paid for our climbs. I climbed barefoot for the first time in my life, and fell exactly where I predicted I would, twice. Radagast climbed higher, but was unable to reach the bell. After his climbs I told him I was most impressed, and I suspected he had been climbing in a gym lately. He admitted he was going to a gym. He's such a trickster. As for me, I pride myself with guessing the rating and knowing my abilities. So it appears that mentally I'm still a good climber, but physically I'm a noodle. Maybe next year? Oh, how I wish there were a climbing gym nearby! |
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