I was young. Or, at LEAST, that’s my excuse for having been okay with such a CHEAP date. Ah, AMORE! Ah, youth! He said it would be fun, and I suppose it was, even if I had to pay for my own ticket to the Renaissance FAIRE. The best part was the romantic sunset party on the BARGE, decked out in ribbons, with jugglers, mead and pear cider to drink, and a lute player acting the wandering minstrel. I confess I did a
scan of the other attendees, checking out the RANGE of possible new dates. Though, truth be told, it was probably not the best place to go looking.

Georg’ann

When presented with my options, I was tempted to FEIGN a rare illness resulting in a particularly unpleasant MANGE. Yet I wasn’t completely confident I had the acting RANGE to pull it off. It would require a bit of research, likely accompanied by disturbing pictures. Ew!

No, this definitely was not my best option. What other excuse could I concoct to avoid an evening of Dada inspired food and fashion with pretentious, and often vicious, octogenarians?

Heather