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We're all so tired. Everyone I know. It's the end of twelve weeks of faire, and sleep is like the prize just over the line we can all see.

It was another good weekend, but being this tired just makes me crazy. The lovely Audrey came to see us-- well, Corvus Corax, really-- and that was spiffy, but I realised I never got to say goodbye. Where ARE YOUUU? I never measured you, either!

After much batting of eyelashes, I got Lars to express me a Privateer's packet for Ardor in five days. With Ferret's less-than-subtle aid, I got the staggeringly tall German gothboi into my tent and presented him with his pin, certificate, and Quarter/No Quarter cards. He was utterly jazzed about it, and let me pin his new guild pin to his lapel. Next day, when I bounced down to the show halfway through the set, he grinned at me, tossed back his dreads, and stuck out his chest to show me his pin. Go, Wenches' Pride! And then they did "Filii Neidhardi," so honestly, what more do I need?

Except that I discovered someone with whom I've been flirting, and who I thought had intent, has, instead, a girlfriend. That annoys me greatly, but somehow doesn't surprise me.

And on the drive home after a really, really lovely dinner at the Cat's Meow, I chatted with Lars until I got to my door, where I found myself saying, "Lars? Laaars? ...Wake up and go home, hon. Laaaaaaars...."

I think we're all ready for November.
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