Following the erratic breadcrumb trail of memories to dreams of strange witch cabins that run about on chicken legs . . .
Sunday . . . I went to the Renaissance Fair with some friends and family. I need little excuse to dress as a pirate so that’s what I went as. What they didn’t tell me is that we were going to visit the Safe House afterwards. So I spent Sunday night, drinking and wandering downtown Milwaukee dressed as a pirate.
Monday morning, my brother’s girlfriend made the sad farewell and journey back to Japan. Sunday night’s festivities were the final farewell. Hope I didn’t frighten her away . . . . . . .
Ah, but seriously. We’ll all miss ya Sachiko. It was fun punching Nick in the shoulder together (and much more affective than the normal, solo beat downs).
Monday night . . . I went to Chicago and to The Red Lion Pub to see the Twilight Tales reading. The pub itself is pretty cool, a British style pub that I believe has a bunch of haunting stories centered around it and is a stop on some of the city’s haunted tours.
Twilight Tales is a combination publisher and writing club. They have a website where they publish stories, comics, podcasts and such – by local authors. They also publish print books and anthologies. And – best of all – they focus on strange and macabre stories. Tonight was a reading by a few authors. But on other Monday nights, they do open mic (so I think I’ll go read there in the near future). I suspect Monday nights at the Red Lion will become a regular thing for me.
And what else am I forgetting . . .
SLIP N’ SLIDE PARTY!!!
Just a friendly reminder. All the info is HERE. Be there or suffer intense longing as you gaze at the photos (posted on my blog) post-party.
Anyone coming from central IL please send me a message/email. I’m trying to organize and make sure that everyone who needs a carpool gets in on one (gas being a whore and all). For that matter, anyone from any direction who needs a ride/pool let me know.
This weekend, I was asked, on several occasions, if there was anyone new in my life (or some variation on that theme). The question itself wasn’t that unusual – just sudden barrage and frequency. No, of course, was the answer. This last semester, and chunk of the summer, I’ve lived, with little deviance, as a very literate monk. But hey. Not to worry. According to this article, average Joes and geeks are entering their golden age.
Maybe I’ll dust off my date book . . .
. . . oh . . . it just crumbled to dust.
Ashes to ashes and all that.