I got a fan!

I got a fan! Hello Josianne! *waves* How nice of you to be addicted to my journal!

Anyway, Malor drove me to Veenendaal (me and me bags) and then we performed at the Openluchtmuseum in Arnhem again. Lots of fun. Maglok punched me in the stomach (fake-punched me in the stomach, I should say) and stole my rum. We stumbled over elektrical wiring and made quite a show of it.

It was good seeing Brian and Inge again. They were the max of the evening (as always) and we even chartered tricked two visiting trolls to join the 6-hour live in December.

Tomorrow meeting up with sherameyn, a S&Inker. Will not attend Formanterra (sadly, no).

*munches yoghurt and fruits*

Do you like the petticoat by the way? It's so cute it must be demonical. And if you go for the 60's look, you go all the way. Therefor, the hideous ribbon in my hair. Some people are natural geeks. Others are born with the 60s look. And me, well I would just fit right into Grease, the musical.

I need more evil pictures of me.

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And a nice picture of tonight. Marie and one of her victims.

In character, I either
a) share my rum with friends or innocent bystanders
b) fight with my crewmates about the rum (often getting beat up in the process)
c) try to seduce any willing person into playing "Twister" or "Scrabble". Ohno, this weeks games were "Pimpampet" and "Tafeltjedekje, maar dan anders. *wink* "
d) trying to trick kids into becoming swabbers.

Here it is:

Meeting up with Bianca!

Nijmegen was much fun. Though the NS brutally screwed up my ETA because of a power failure (just as the train only had a couple of more yards to go to pick me up) I was an hour late. but luckily, sherameyn had also been late, and was still waiting for me at the bookstore we agreed to meet.

We took a bus to Plein 1944, and then walked to Kaldi Koffie, where the dude who addicted me to his espressomachine [massster massster!] made us two wonderfully large cappuchino's.

We looked at some art supplies and browsed the Blue Moon goth shop. Some more browsing of the secondhand store Habbekrats (where I bought a messing Elf Goblet) and then we hauled her bags to the station, while chattering about larp.

Chilled on the way home, ate some pizza, and arrived here at euhm...eightish? Dunno.

( stolen from bammerangcreep and then I horrificially abused this survey )

I'm pondering on my outfit for Monday.
Hot, Steaming, or "He's-Off-To-Mars"?