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LARP Movie Fest
Aug. 7th, 2003 05:21 pmTuesday morning I got up and drove to Scourger’s place. I found it after looking at a bus-stop map, and met his mom. We sketched some for his costume, and then drove to the market where we bought cloth for his outfit, black cotton, and an entire watermelon, and vegetables.
Then we cycled our bikes to O’kerk, and did some groceries (cola and chips) before picking Mr. Finn up from the bus stop. While Finn wrestled his cds and the player, we worked costumes.
A little while later NoKey, Faler, Malor, Aisha and Ohno arrived. We plugged in the dvd and watched Lola Rennt, Bowling for Columbine and the first extended part of FOTR and the easter eggs on the dvds. We talked larp and Summoning and characters in between and during the movies and laughed at Doris who was stressed out because of all the humans in the room.
The next morning I heard Finn descending the stairs to the bathroom for a shower and I turned around again for another quick nap, thinking “he’s a bright man, he can find breakfast himself”. But as soon as Neil entered the house, miauwing her most “I need you”-miauw, I was awake. She summoned me downstairs for a mega-sop, and I obeyed the little missus and sat down, wearing a fleece coat to make her comfortable (and me sweat).
Took the boys to the bus of ten o’clock and then cleaned up the mess.
I had a date at twelve, so I sat down reading one of the preacher comics Finn had brought me, sipping coffee, until my date arrived. It was too hot to do anything sensible though, so we just didn’t do much until Nathalja took her guitar and we played some music. I’ve been regretting not bringing Winston for the last few days.
I didn’t get to work on my Marius coat anymore, not even yesterday or today. I’ve been busy arranging another server for Sword & Ink, handing in my Woodlarping column and arranging articles and stuff.
It’s too hot to actually do anything. Physically I mean.
Tonight I’m going out with Ramón, I don’t know where or what, but I’m seriously tempted to wear my really short skirt. It’s not a choice actually, he’s going to comment anyway even though I hate it when he does that. I’m so not in the mood for the fringed skirt, and the velours one is too warm, as are both jeans I bothered bringing ‘round.
I still owe him money too.
Then we cycled our bikes to O’kerk, and did some groceries (cola and chips) before picking Mr. Finn up from the bus stop. While Finn wrestled his cds and the player, we worked costumes.
A little while later NoKey, Faler, Malor, Aisha and Ohno arrived. We plugged in the dvd and watched Lola Rennt, Bowling for Columbine and the first extended part of FOTR and the easter eggs on the dvds. We talked larp and Summoning and characters in between and during the movies and laughed at Doris who was stressed out because of all the humans in the room.
The next morning I heard Finn descending the stairs to the bathroom for a shower and I turned around again for another quick nap, thinking “he’s a bright man, he can find breakfast himself”. But as soon as Neil entered the house, miauwing her most “I need you”-miauw, I was awake. She summoned me downstairs for a mega-sop, and I obeyed the little missus and sat down, wearing a fleece coat to make her comfortable (and me sweat).
Took the boys to the bus of ten o’clock and then cleaned up the mess.
I had a date at twelve, so I sat down reading one of the preacher comics Finn had brought me, sipping coffee, until my date arrived. It was too hot to do anything sensible though, so we just didn’t do much until Nathalja took her guitar and we played some music. I’ve been regretting not bringing Winston for the last few days.
I didn’t get to work on my Marius coat anymore, not even yesterday or today. I’ve been busy arranging another server for Sword & Ink, handing in my Woodlarping column and arranging articles and stuff.
It’s too hot to actually do anything. Physically I mean.
Tonight I’m going out with Ramón, I don’t know where or what, but I’m seriously tempted to wear my really short skirt. It’s not a choice actually, he’s going to comment anyway even though I hate it when he does that. I’m so not in the mood for the fringed skirt, and the velours one is too warm, as are both jeans I bothered bringing ‘round.
I still owe him money too.
