thehefner | (no subject)

I got a lot more comments on my Bill the Butcher costume at Ren Fest than I did last year. I credit the addition of a spiffy top hat. One man said, "My friend, I think you're in the wrong time period." My reply? "I'm not the only one!"

It's always fun seeing who you're going to run into. It was good seeing Jay, Elise, Heather, Lissa, and Kevin. I heard Tammy was there too, and as much as I was anxious to say hi, I wasn't about to drag Kristen all over the grounds to seek out my ex-girlfriend. So I never did end up seeing her (and the way I was dressed, I wonder how she could have not seen me? I hope she didn't purposely avoid me or anything. It's not like we're twelve years old and can't deal with this as adults, nor is it like I'm not over her. Or distracted by other matters.), but hopefully she'll come to King John. Y'know, to support Erin.

My costume caught many eyes, and for that I am very happy. Except for my pants, which the tailor made a little too exact to my body, and bear in mind we're talking about me a year ago when I was 150 lbs emaciated boy (heartbreak and stomach flu, what a magical combination for sexiness!). So now that I'm back up to 170-175, the pants... well, they fit just fine as long as I don't try sitting. Or going up steps. So yeah, at the end of the day, a big hole was torn in the crotch of my specially-tailored Bill the Butcher pants. Time to bust out the sewing kit. And beg my mother to sew it back up.