April 14, 2008

I've got it bad.

Last year I was in a funk and really was not in a mood to do any re-enacting what-so-ever. What a difference a year makes. I've got two weeks before my next event and I'm already chomping at the bit. To make matters even worse this is after two winter camps and Fort De Chartres, so I already have some under my belt for this year. It's not like I've been sitting dormant since October like I did in seasons past.

Poor Ktreva is having to deal with my rants and rampages of cleaning up the camp. We got our new Wedge tent last week and are selling our wall tent. I'm looking at getting rid of our camp chairs because they aren't period correct, in fact they aren't period correct until you get to modern times. Sure they are made of wood, but they really were a product of modern re-enacting. I'm having a new coat made for me so I can get rid of my Capote, you know the one that they questioned when I juried into Fort De Chartres.

I think the biggest change is going to be that I'm shaving my facial hair off. After a discussion at Fort De Chartres with my pals Petey and Wil, I came home and did some research. Damned if it isn't heavily documented that Western Europeans as a standard didn't have facial hair. Sure, some of my research shows they may have gone up to a week with out shaving, but they would have shaved on the Sabbath and/or upon returning to a settlement.

Thus, I'm going to be shaving off my facial hair. That's right, my upper lip and chin are once again going to be exposed to sunlight after at least a good 12 years of being covered. Ktreva is a little mixed on this. She really likes the idea of no more scruffy face. To be honest, part of me doesn't want to shave it off. I think I look even dorkier with out facial hair. Plus I think it makes me look like I'm about 12. Yet a larger part of me really doesn't want to be incorrect for my persona. Thus I'm set that I'm shaving it off. However, I'm going to wait until the last minute to do so. It's getting bushy again and I'm going to donate the trimmings to locks of love.

I'm kidding, but I wonder....

Anyways, so I'm a bustle around the house all worked up and ready to head out to Macktown. I've gotten so bad that Ktreva actually laughed at me.

Posted by Contagion in Re-enacting life. at April 14, 2008 06:17 PM | TrackBack

"I've gotten so bad that Ktreva actually laughed at me."

Uhhhh yeah....and that's different from other times HOW?!?!?!


Posted by: Tammi at April 14, 2008 06:55 PM

Ummm.. you do remember what happened when I shaved my facial hair off don't you? Bad, bad idea!

Posted by: Shadoglare at April 14, 2008 08:11 PM

Quit blaming your mid-life crisis' on me, dammit.

Wil and I NEVER said you should shave your facial hair off, nor did we tell you to get rid of your chairs.

Posted by: Petey at April 14, 2008 08:24 PM

Ummm no comment.

You know how I know your're gay?

Posted by: Bruce at April 14, 2008 08:45 PM

I admire you so much that I want to pattern my life after you! Wait a minute. My mistake, I ment John Wayne. Anyway keep up the good fight. And do what you think is right and the rest be damned!!!

Posted by: wil at April 14, 2008 09:18 PM

Tammie: Not much

Shadoglare: Yea, but I'm doing it anyway.

Petey: I'm not having a mid-life crisis, and I didn't blame you. Defensive much?

Bruce: Because I hang out with you? :)

Wil: Sarcasm, really? From you?

Posted by: Contagion at April 15, 2008 07:17 AM

I heartily recommend a mid-life crisis. They're freakin' awesome!

They work better with facial hair, though...

Posted by: Harvey at April 16, 2008 07:53 PM