Oh my goodness, what an awesome day. Sun, dirt, pine needles, fantasy, and most importantly: NO POTTY TRAINING A THREE YEAR OLD. What a perfect way to end the week before spring break, you know, the week when there is no school and no escape.
Sherwood Forest is great, I am almost afraid to tell you. It’s young, and small, and almost no one knows about it except for hard-core renaissance festival geeks. I don’t want to be partly responsible for destroying this and leading it in the same direction as a certain very large state renaissance festival. The ratio of dressed-up, in-character nerds to normal-dressed people is such that we actually felt out of place when we walked in. Normally, we do make an effort to dress up, but this year I wasn’t about to squeeze my fat pregnant ass into a provocative gypsy costume. I think I got a free pass on those grounds, but I don’t know about the rest of the people in the group.
We went with a really great, fun, boisterous group of friends this time, and honestly I don’t know if I would want to do it any other way. We went with Vance’s coworker Adam, his girlfriend Jessi, Chance (who I hadn’t seen since he moved back here God-knows-how-long-ago), Chance’s coworker Brian, and his sweet wife Ahidee. It’s pronounced “eye-uh-deh” apparently. That girl and her weird name…I swear, it drove me crazy remembering how it was spelled, hearing her pronounce it like three times, and still not understanding what in the hell I was hearing. She pronounces it with a bit more of an accent, saying it’s like “I and they, ‘eye-uh-theh.’” It still trips me out.
Anyway, we walked around while Brian bought food and everyone else bought alcohol. Jessi lead us to this wonderful hookah/coffee bar where we sat around and talked. I watched everyone else down tobacco and mead, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to walk around and put any more stress on my swollen piggies, I was more than happy to talk and laugh hysterically with this awesome bunch of people.
By the end of the day, we were both beyond exhausted, covered in sand (my feet got their own separate shower as soon as we got home,) and I got sunburned on my breasts only, nowhere else on my body. That right there proves that the sun is a perv with a pregnant lady fetish. This was probably my last big adventure before I finally pop, and what a finale it was.