::Good Masters, Sweet Ladies! and Chewed Pens::

"Wherefore, whoso believeth in God might with surety hope for a better world, yea, even a place at the right hand of God, which hope cometh of faith, maketh an anchor to the souls of men, which would make them sure and steadfast, always abounding in good works, being led to glorify God."

Ether 12:4

I hate when people waste food.  I have a tender spot in my heart for food.  Probably why I always put it away when other leave it out--why does everyone leave food out!?  Don't you wanna eat it later!?

Medieval Festival

I'll get some pictures this weekend when I go home.  So my uncle's in this like, Medieval Club, and this group of people have these medieval camps and do medieval-type stuff like crowning a king and queen, selling swords and old-fashioned jewelry (SA-weet!), archery, and sword duels.  We came to watch my uncle do a sword duel, but apparently Medieval Club People run on Costa Rican time, because we were in the sweaty heat for three or four hours (after my uncle was supposed to have fought) waiting for him to duel someone.

When we got there he was concerned about us not wearing Medieval style clothes, so we were cleverly disguised in (me) a Scottish kilt (a little modernized by my pink and black sneakers), (Elly) a Spanish peasant shirt, and (Dad) Celtic leather armor.  Papi wasn't too happy about the leather considering the heat.  He'd also mowed the lawn that day and he had to leave during the ridiculously long, hot, sweaty, crowded "crowning the king and queen" ceremony because he was afraid of passing out.

He didn't die.


We kiffed (how do you spell that!?) some of my uncle's gatorade which held us over a little, and were about ready to leave but my Mom, who is a born die-hard about everything (heaven knows why) thought we should wait for my uncle to duel.  And Elly, who wants to join a club like unto that one, would've stayed all day.

So we humored Elly and stayed longer even when the Gatorade wasn't holding us over to well.

It was quite fun to see the costumes.  It was also kinda funny, when I was taking pictures, this skinny kid/guy in all black with a hood that covered everything cept his eyes, was standing write next to me and was like, "Allow me to pass, Lady."

Me:  "Oh, yeah.  Sorry."  And I look at my dad who's silently laughing.

Awkward.

That's one of the reasons I wouldn't want Elly to join a club like that.  I don't think it's a bad thing for people to make costumes and be history freaks and play with swords and bows and arrows and stuff, but then... there are some weirdos, and there's nothing wrong with hanging out with people who are socially weird--as long as you don't become socially weird because of them...

Even after we got everyone consent to go--of course they actually started dueling, so we were able to watch a little bit of that.  The first was great, I can really tell some of the people in the Andalasia club were actors.  The first duel we watched when the guy "stabbed" his opponent, the referee called "Match!"  And the stabbed fellow fell dramatically to the ground with a groan.  He lay still for a second before he had some pretty convincing and intense death spasms from his wound.  The stabbee then bent over him and started feeling in pockets crying, "LUTE THE BODY!"  'Twas funny.

I thought it was interesting how the people gave speeches for the king and queen's crowning ceremony.  They did a pretty good job.  Not great you know, because I think quite a few of them were improv and they were trying to olden up their speech, so you know, what can you do?  I was thinking it's kindof sad we don't know how to do improv speeches these days.  I wonder if people did back in the old days, or if that's just something the movies make it seem like, but really, wouldn't it be awesome to be able to stand up and say something pretty smart without premeditation?  I know I can't do that.

Mike

I saw Mike, a kid in my class, going up the stairs (late like me).  Me:  "Hey, Mike!  You're late!"

Mike (probably didn't hear me, since everyone never hears me ever): "Hi.  How're you doing?"

Conversation's over.

We get into class and we're sitting there awkwardly for a while (me and Mike are next to each other because the back seats were what was left) and my pen rolls and shoots off my desk.  If it didn't have the audacity to shoot so far I would've snatched it up in a second, but misfortune gave Mike the opportunity to snatch it because it was in his reach.  He handed it to me and I practically grabbed it from him without saying thank you because I was embarrassed I'd been so clumsy and because it was one of those pens that my sister had chewed the end off.

Geez, Rachel.  You made me look like a flippin' pen-chewer.

And then I smiled to myself because I remember Alisha's advice from last year, when she was trying to give me tips for getting a boy's attention:  "Just drop your pencil off your desk and be like, 'Oops!  Can't reach it!'"

As I thought, it's an ineffective way to flirt.  I didn't get any date outa it.  If I had--I might start throwing pencils all the time and be like, "Boys, fetch!!"