As good as I felt last week, imagine my surprise when I realized it was just temporary. Well, sort of...
Last Saturday, Ceej and I decided to stay after the faire for an event. It was a rally for a charitable organization called the RESCU Foundation. They help ren faire performers/merchants with medical expenses. We stayed after for this rally, which included entertainment, food, and an auction. (note to self- bring more money next time). We didn't really know what was going to happen there as this was our first time. And it was fun and really cool to see our faire friends in regular clothes and out of character (because some of them never break character!).
Saturday morning, shortly before the front gates opened, it started to rain. And by "rain" I mean "apocalyptic amounts of rain". It rained buckets for a good half hour or more. Ceej and I were soaked so badly it was as if we had jumped into a pool. I was literally soaked through three layers of garb down to my modern undergarments. (yeah, I can't get that into a character to not wear my undergarments). We eventually dried out (the heat and sun helped). My older daughter and her boyfriend came to faire that day as it was Kat's 22nd birthday.
So, we take all that rain, changing weather, the cold (I actually got chilled) and then the humid warmth. Add that to the fact we stayed after- which was surreal, to be at the faire in the dark- and we didn't get home till almost midnight. I had to wash our garb because mine was muddy at the bottom. As soon as it was out of the washer, I hung it up to dry and hit the bed.
I had about four hours of sleep. On Sunday, we had a two-hour class with Jane the Phoole on character development. It was fun and I learned some stuff. But, along with some talky-note-taking stuff, we had to do physical stuff. And it was a blast. We were in the Friends Garden and patrons were watching us. About halfway through the physical part, my hip started to ache. My right hip is a "hot spot". I don't know the actual meaning of "fibro hot spot" and my definition may be dead-on. Basically, when my hip starts to ache, that means I'm overdoing it and need to rest. It also means I'm going to hurt like a motherfucker the next day.
The class was fun and even the physical stuff- despite that ache- was hilarious and awesome. I got to giggling so much that I had to hit my asthma inhaler (the humidity and physical activity sort of made me wheezy). The class ended at 4 PM- I missed a joust! I survived, but I missed a joust!- and I had to dart up the hill to a stage for the Maxx and Mauldron Show. Oh, I've seen the show a dozen times (I think I've only missed it twice). But, I ran. Well, I ran like a woman in the renaissance, holding up my skirts. It was by no means a sprint, but I was moving a whole hell of a lot quicker than I usually do. I only missed five to ten minutes of the whole thing. (hey, I gotta support my friends. If you don't get the Maxx and Mauldron Show at your faire, but you get them as jousters, you should ask your faire about it).
Monday morning- that old feeling of being the Tinman after a rainstorm hit. I could barely move out of bed. All day was just awful. I felt awful. I hurt, my skin itched and my muscles burned. I'd have said, "oh, welcome back, my old nemesis..." except it isn't welcome here. I took it easy on Monday. I have a temporary online job and I spent most of the day catching up on the work that I missed on Saturday and Sunday (the powers that be are aware that I'm not online much on the weekends).
Here it is, Thursday morning as I type this. I still have some achy bits, but I'm feeling better. Not quite 630 AM and I'm not blindingly exhausted like I was all week. So it's a start. And it's a day early. Previously, I didn't feel quite right till Friday morning.
This weekend, I'll be at faire solo. Ceej left for college yesterday. She'll be back next weekend, but this weekend, with the freshman move-in, she has too much stuff to do. There's an itinerary.
On Saturday, during one of my rambling times with the jousters (they're so nice to me, putting up with my nonstop blathering, I appreciate that and I try not to go on for too long), I asked "Amadeo" if he'd like me to start a character fan page for him. (I'd asked him earlier in the season why he didn't have one and he said it was because he hadn't started one yet). He told me to go for it. We had a discussion about some of the details on Sunday. See, this was his last weekend before he had to go to another faire (his home faire, so he's actually going home). He claims- and I'll believe it when I see it- that he'll be online more there. Yeah, we'll see, Amadeo... we'll see.
Now that he's gone and there are two weeks left, I'll be spared my weekly blooding. A few weeks ago, Maxmillian accidentally got blood on my chemise. The following weekend, Amadeo did it on purpose. Then it became a game- a fun game where I got to hug handsome men in armor. So yeah, I'm not fighting it all that much. (although I'm sure all the laundering is killing my blouses).
I think I've finally caught up on what sleep I've lost. My hip stopped aching earlier in the week and now I'm just left with that residual tiredness. And that's not so bad, really. Mostly because to get that sore, I get to have two awesome days. I'll leave you with some photos... and Amadeo's final bloodings of me.
On Saturday- Kat was there, like I said. And she got to give Maxx his "favor" before the Joust to the Death. He asked her name (even though he knows it) and said, "is today your birthday?" She said it was (of course, he already knew it was) and told her meet him after the joust for the "best thirty seconds of her life". Also, one of the vendors we see at almost every joust gave her a metal rose. That was nice of him. (faire people are amazing and awesome, seriously).
And yes, you're seeing that right, Kat doesn't wear garb to faire. She has garb, but doesn't wear it because she only comes to faire once or twice a year.
Amadeo rubbed his sweaty, dirty face all over my cheek. And I thought my reaction was funny, so I used this as my 365days submission. (Have I mentioned his girlfriend yet? Because she's pretty awesome too- although she doesn't take part in these shenanigans).
And this is me with Ceej after the faire, in the Friends Garden, before the RESCU Rally. I was into my Vicodin and muscle relaxers by then (on an empty stomach because we didn't eat till we were at the rally).
And this is Sunday. He decided to hug me from all sides to get as much blood as he could on me. It was nice. If you're into that sort of thing. By the time he got through his fans, his blood had started to dry and my blouse kept sticking to him.
One good thing has happened from his leaving- well, aside from the fact that he gets to go home for the first time in months- Sir Mauldron will be jousting in his place. And the Mistress of Arms who is replacing him will be stunning. I can't wait for that. My loyalties are torn, though. I want to cheer for Mauldron, but Maxx's section is where the best photos happen. (this just means I'll have to get up and move around, so finally my jousting photos will look different).
This weekend is "Steampunk Invasion" and some online friends have gifted me with some Steampunk accessories so I can dress for it. That'll be fun.