Well ladies and gentelmen-
I'm officially conected to you all whilst on the road.
My gracious friend, PinkE has perchased a computer and has given me full-range.
Woo!
You all know what that means!
New set to come; (which hopefully goes pink)
and lots more blogs.
I have so much to say about all my adventures on the road....
Hope you're all ready,
cause it's gonna be a doozie~!
I'm officially conected to you all whilst on the road.
My gracious friend, PinkE has perchased a computer and has given me full-range.
Woo!
You all know what that means!
New set to come; (which hopefully goes pink)
and lots more blogs.
I have so much to say about all my adventures on the road....
Hope you're all ready,
cause it's gonna be a doozie~!
I'm in Michigan!.....
...but not for long.
Just wrapping up the Holly, MI Ren Faire.
Directly after our last weekend-
I will be hitting the road and on my way to Texas.
Yes- Texas again.
The big TRF.
Great for patrons.
See you there?
...but not for long.
Just wrapping up the Holly, MI Ren Faire.
Directly after our last weekend-
I will be hitting the road and on my way to Texas.
Yes- Texas again.
The big TRF.
Great for patrons.
See you there?
4th of July is the perfect holiday for alcoholics and pyros.
Luckily; I fall into both those categories.
What made my night extra special was:
As my friends and I drunkenly blew-up firework after firework, someone informed me that as of last year, fireworks that leave the ground in any manor were made illegal in Wisconsin.
What do we do?
We proceeded to blow-up every very last firework in the 8-gallon tupper-full.
Fireworks of all different persuasions.
It was magical.
Truly.
Today when I rolled out of bed- I felt like the sun was trying to burn my eyeballs out of my head.
Needless to say; I am quite hung over.
I'm surprised I can type!
And amazingly- I'm the least hung over of anyone in my respective party last night.
PinkE is on the couch with chills and hot-flashes.
Can alcohol really do that to a man?
Tee hee.
Back to my bloody mary...
Luckily; I fall into both those categories.
What made my night extra special was:
As my friends and I drunkenly blew-up firework after firework, someone informed me that as of last year, fireworks that leave the ground in any manor were made illegal in Wisconsin.
What do we do?
We proceeded to blow-up every very last firework in the 8-gallon tupper-full.
Fireworks of all different persuasions.
It was magical.
Truly.
Today when I rolled out of bed- I felt like the sun was trying to burn my eyeballs out of my head.
Needless to say; I am quite hung over.
I'm surprised I can type!
And amazingly- I'm the least hung over of anyone in my respective party last night.
PinkE is on the couch with chills and hot-flashes.
Can alcohol really do that to a man?
Tee hee.
Back to my bloody mary...
Hello computer land!
It's your not-so-friendly, worldborhood Puhtrishuh.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I'm what you call a..... how you say.... gypsy.
Yup.
Shit you not.
I travel 9 months out of the year, in roughly 2 month intervals.
And why should you lovely people give a wazoo?
Well, that just means we'll have a greater chance of bumping into each other in your local city bar.
Just a week ago I was drinking tall boys of PBR at Jackalope's in Austin, TX.
This coming week you'll be sure to find me at The Ashland in Chicago, IL.
And the week after that?
Well Detroit, MI- here I come.
Did I mention alcohol is the love of my life?
'Suppose I should have, huh?
We've had an on-the-rocksy relationship for quite a few years now, and I just can't see myself falling for another.
To answer the question, sure to be on anyone's mind, YES.
Yes- I am a Rennie.
If you don't know what that means, don't worry about it, but please, baby, please...... baby, baby, baby, PLEASE- don't call me a hippie.
I'll get all primal on your ass.
And no, sugar... not in the sexy kind of Vegas way.
Show me love, or show me hate.
I'll take it both ways, so long as I got my drink on.
It's your not-so-friendly, worldborhood Puhtrishuh.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
I'm what you call a..... how you say.... gypsy.
Yup.
Shit you not.
I travel 9 months out of the year, in roughly 2 month intervals.
And why should you lovely people give a wazoo?
Well, that just means we'll have a greater chance of bumping into each other in your local city bar.
Just a week ago I was drinking tall boys of PBR at Jackalope's in Austin, TX.
This coming week you'll be sure to find me at The Ashland in Chicago, IL.
And the week after that?
Well Detroit, MI- here I come.
Did I mention alcohol is the love of my life?
'Suppose I should have, huh?
We've had an on-the-rocksy relationship for quite a few years now, and I just can't see myself falling for another.
To answer the question, sure to be on anyone's mind, YES.
Yes- I am a Rennie.
If you don't know what that means, don't worry about it, but please, baby, please...... baby, baby, baby, PLEASE- don't call me a hippie.
I'll get all primal on your ass.
And no, sugar... not in the sexy kind of Vegas way.
Show me love, or show me hate.
I'll take it both ways, so long as I got my drink on.
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