||[Aug. 24th, 2004|11:00 am]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
So today is going to be picture time. Also I have one or two good stories left. Including the Type O Handjob story, a brief introduction to Nearly Naked Boy, and perhaps a co-opting of the fabulous Rachel's bologna story. Maybe. If I can stay awake.
I've never been this tired. Ever. It's like the adrenaline and the fear of not coming back to a job (it's happened!) kept me going through yesterday and then this morning I very nearly didn't get out of bed. Right now I'm sitting here making shopping lists and trying to remember all the things I want to keep in mind for next Pennsic and remembering the view of the tents as seen from the bed of Matt's truck.
And now, an example of the dorkishness and wonderfulness of my friends.
I'm going to get a bunch of this story wrong, but I'm going to tell it anyway. It's not my story, either. But eh, whatever. So my friend Kendrah, who I love beyond all reason and who makes me laugh so hard I have to pull over sometimes, she had a hard War.
Life made an unexpected appearance early on and then stayed with it's feet up on her table for the duration so when the time came in the middle of the first week to go do some laundry and get off site, she deserved it. I was hoping she got a long breather, a few moments of quiet, and some peace.
She came back with clean laundry and a tattoo.
"Wanna see what I did in town?" she said, and then pulled up her sleeve to reveal two words tattooed on to her upper arm.
"What's it say?" I asked and she told me it was the names of her two sons in Sindarin. I said "That says Brennan and Logan in Elvish? That's so COOL!"
We fawned over it a bit and talked about how spur-of-the-moment it had been and how I was glad that she'd chosen that instead of a violent and tragic end for her husband. And then she told me the best part.
During the tattooing on of the artists had come over and said "That's cool, what's it say?" and her artist allowed as how he had no idea, she just gave him the pretty picture and he put it on her. The first artist then turned to her and said "So what is it?" She explained and he nodded, seeming to understand.
Then he blew it all by asking "So.. are you Sindarin?"