Poor Cam woke up at about 4 this morning crying with an earache. I groggily hauled my ass out of bed into the cold and got him some advil and a benadryl for congestion. I remembered how much a heating pad helps an earache, so I got one of those too. He moaned for another 20 minutes or so and fell asleep.
I woke to clinking of dishes and was amazed to see that it was nine-thirty. Oops, we were supposed to be out at faire at 9. We zipped out to McDonald's for breakfast and made it to site by 11:00. I jumped into Eric A's costuming class and learned how to make venetians and picked up the doublet pattern instructions. I think that's what I'm going to do tomorrow. Make the pattern, anyway. Cam's decided to go with the gold stripe fabric with some sagey teal herringbone twill. I've washed the fabric and it came out of the dryer nicely.
Cam spent the day handing out sodas and was quite dedicated. We left site at around two and drove home. We spent the afternoon watching Hot Fuzz and are now watching Austin Powers (him for the first time.) We also made popcorn.
"When I was insolent, I was beaten in a burlap sack." "There is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it really is quite breathtaking." So bad.
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