I didn't get any pictures of myself at the Boar's Head Festival this year, but you aren't missing anything. Just go back to last year's pictures. I look the same. 50 pounds of clothing, no pants...
Here's the Pudding. It was REAL.
And this is the Yule Fruitcake. It was real, too. But with fruitcake, does that even make a difference?
Instead of shoes or boots, everyone has to wear these knitted bootie things. They were Hell on my poor feet. The floors in the church are stone. My dogs are barkin'.
One of the standard bearers...
And there's Lucy!
She was incredible. This pageant is 100 people in colorful costumes, and there are lights and a huge pipe organ and swelling music and so many things that she should have panicked about. But she was so unbelievably calm. And she did the same things as last year....it was like she knew when it was time to ham it up. The music would build and roll over the crowd, and her wings would come out and she would stand there on my hand as beautiful as she has ever looked.
I love her so much. Have I mentioned that before?
This is Nathan, one of my pages. I had another one, but she was too busy running around with her friends to hang out with us much. Nathan was a doll. So, during the big break between our parts of the performance, we chilled out in the undercroft and I bought him a Coke.
(The pages carried my "bow" and "quiver of arrows"....I carried Lucy.)
A 14th century Poker game.