Every summer, in a little town not to far away, there is a Renaissance Festival. The "shire" comes alive with entertainers and vendors and he hillside is transformed into a wonderful flurry of activity and fun.
Sis and I are headed there next weekend and I can't wait.
We have a fantastic time, just her and I. We wander at a lazy pace, we see what we want to see, stop when we want to stop, and just enjoy ourselves. It gets fairly crowded as the day moves on but weirdly, in this one instance, I don't get freaked by all the people. That's not to say that I don't sometimes need a moment in the quiet, but that's easy to find if I need it.
Yeah, I'm one of those people that does the whole dress up thing. I have a pretty dress, skirt, and top. I do up my hairs. I feel pretty when I dress up. I don't even mind that Sis decidedly does not dress up. lol.
It's even shaping up to be nice weather, though since it's still 11 days out, that could change. But as it looks now, it'll be not terribly hot and a bit cloudy, but no rain. Just how I like it.
And oh, the plot bunnies that run rampant at the Ren Fest are always freaking thrilling to see. I'll end up staring into space a lot as my mind works, but Sis will keep my feet on the path.
The theme that weekend is Highland Fling, and there will be extra Scottish bits about. Music and highland games and other little bits that we're both looking forward to.
I'm very excited. Positively giddy with anticipation. I can't wait!
I came across this poem which suits your post. *giggle*
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Poem
The Highland Fling
A've never been abroad
A've never hud the notion,
See, a would miss the midges
And the dance they teach in motion.
Up here in Bonnie Scotland
We do the highland fling,
And when the midges bite us
You should hear us sing.
Have you ever watched the dancers?
With their hands up in the air,
It's nuthin to do with the dance
It's the midges they're trying to scare.
See aw that hoopin and hawin
It's nuthin to do with it tae,
The bloody wee midges are up their kilts
And they don't want to play.
They bite their legs, they bite their bum
But the midges just don't care,
The dance gits faster and faster
You ken their bite is sair.
The dancing really gits going
As the dancers jump and yell,
The whooping gits louder and louder
As the midges put them through hell.
Aye, you don't know whit you're missing
Always going abroad,
The weather, the midges, the excerise
As they chase you doon the road.
So come tae Bonnie Scotland
It's the place tae be,
Come and see the midges
And you kin dance like me.
Aye, and if the wee midges like you
You'll learn the highland fling,
And if you're really lucky
You might even learn tae sing.
LOL! That's fantastic!
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