June Faire

Once again we survive another June Faire...

Setup on Thursday was mildly amusing - as it was not until we arrived on site and the town finally mowed the grass, that we found the location slated for the Culinary Guild was extremely rough and soft. Not Good to be playing with fire on. Alis took charge and redid the A&S area on the fly - which came out well despite losing a goodly chunk of land on an already overcrowded site.

The event itself went well for us (the Culinary Guild) - as despite being even further back in the corner than ever before, we had more mundane visitors than ever before. Asking about, this seems to be because the limited space about the erics meant people were less inclined to stay there and more inclined to wander about the site. Being kinda on the path leading around Merchant's Row didn't hurt either.

I actually took my camera with me this time, and actually took some pictures, though fewer than I intended. Not as many came out well as I'd have hoped - much more practice is needed.

HL Rafiella, Lady Margaret, and a young lady whose name I never did get cooking over the fire.

The cooking area.

HL Rhycheza discusses the finer points of one of our dishes with a visitor.

Thank you.

Eighteen years ago today... It seems so long, but sometimes it seems so fast.

Eighteen years ago today a certain young lady stood by my side and promised to be my wife, "to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part". We've had times good and bad, easy and hard... Through it all, she has stood by my side and put up with me and my foibles. Those of you who know me well know how hard it can be to have me as a friend, imagine having to live with me! (We can do without enumeration of the difficulties in the comments, k?)

Thank you. Thank you for being my wife, my best friend, my partner, and oh so much more than words can describe. I am continually amazed that you chose me as your partner in life. As the authorities don't look too kindly on lunatics shouting from high places, a Live Journal entry will have to do.

Now and forever and from the bottom of my heart, thank you.