This weekend was actually fairly, dare I say, normal. Of course, not really normal, but nothing crazy dramatic happened and I didn't go through a maelstrom of weird emotions, plus I actually went out in public and did things, wonders of wonders! So on Saturday I went to a performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. The play was fabulous, the cast did such a fantastic job of making the Shakespearean language come across with modern feelings. Not to mention the physical comedy was outrageous. (it also didn't hurt that Robin Goodfellow was very, very, attractive) I also went in a steampunk outfit. A lot of people complimented me on my miniature top-hat.
Then this next tale requires some back-story.
Last week I joined a steampunk LARP, which hasn't quite gotten off the ground yet. I get to be the bookkeeper and update the blog detailing our adventures. I'm pretty excited, my character's name is Rebecca Moores. I've always wanted to find a way to be Rebecca, and this just feels right. So again, I am excited.
But what happened this weekend doesn't deal with the LARP itself, but the creator of it. We had been talking in and out of character and the other night he asked me to go to the mall with him. I did, and while it was a bit awkward I didn't really expect anything different. It was pretty fun, though I don't think I'd get romantically involved with him, to be honest... he just has too much bravado all the time. Maybe if I'm around him a bit more he'll loosen up a bit. Eh, I dunno. But woa you guys, you see that? That's a semi-almost normal relationship encounter. Seriously you should all be proud of me. This is some srs bsns right up in here. ... SRS.
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