Auntie's Visit

My sister, her boyfriend, my beloved, the little angel and I had a wonderful weekend. Saturday night, we went out to get wings (the little angel loves them - just kidding) and my sister and her bf ended up doing a shot of Jager (she looked at me soulfully and said, "I didn't think you liked Jager - do you want me to go get you one?" ha ha ha) to celebrate his band's latest album (I love saying that). Though I'm not normally a huge fan of the heavy-metal genre, I am impressed that his band is consistently touring and getting ink touting BoD as being a band "that would make your mother scream." I can't wait to see him on MTV, even if he does think the Grateful Dead suck.

Sunday it was dry, and so off to the Ren Fest we went. The Chicagoans were shocked into silence at the sheer elaborance of the set, the availability of giant turkey legs and the abundance of fat-lady bosum capped off with a rose. The only problem was the heat - my sister is not capable of tolerating much over 75 degrees, and it was probably closer to 90. I kept dousing the little angel with cold water and watching carefully for signs of heat exhaustion, which would have been hard to tell from her normal exhaustion (she slept through most of the event). We did buy her a fairy wand, which I'm sure she'll use later to beat the heads of other family members. But I did stare fondly for a long time at the fairy wings, imagining her little, red-headed self dancing around the lawn sporting a pair, and, of course, her wand. Ah, the imaginings of a new mother. Tra la.