Sunday I went to the Renaissance Pleasure Faire with friends.
In the food court I saw this peg-legged guy eating a turkey leg.
I quickly snapped a pic.
(I did not have that courage when I saw a pinhead a little later.)
Paula saw this and wanted a pic too and asked him to stop.
He obliged & struck a pose hiding the turkey leg behind his back.
Paula put on her photo-shoot hat and offered instruction,
"No. You've gotta chew on your leg."
Under my breath I couldn't help but laugh, "Whoooooops."
On Saturday I went to a lovely festival downtown called The Blessing of the Animals. A traditional Latin American ceremony held annually on the day before Easter.
At the end of the day there was a parade of the animals that all passed by a priest for a splash of holy water. I was told that the parade is always fronted by a bull.
The parade began and as the bull came toward where I was standing it began to wobble on its frail-looking legs... Then, just as the bull was right in front of me it dropped to the ground and eventually (from what I witnessed) died.
It was the damnedest thing I've ever seen.
The felled bull excited some in the crowd into audible concern while it spurred others to make jokes. A guy behind me yelled something in Spanish - of which I understood only one word: "(something something something something)... Hamburguesa!!!"
Within minutes a truck was summoned to carry the poor bull away.
I looked at the woman standing next to me and she asked in disbelief, "What the hell just happened?"
I shrugged, "Gosh, I dunno." Then I made an oddly enthusiastic 80's New Wave video gesture showcasing my peepers and proclaimed, "It must have been my killer blue eyes."
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Warning: There's a photo of the fallen bull if you click on "continue reading." I took it only because if I didn't nobody will believe me.
Yesterday I went to the Blessing of the Animals on Olvera Street.
It's an annual Latin American Easter festival.
It was a day filled with animals of all sorts & heart-melty kids performances.
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I put together a photo album from Sunday's LA Pride Parade.
You can find the photo album in the righ-side column or just click: HERE.
Wandering around the Renaissance Faire I was snapping pictures of just about anyone on a costume.
I asked these two warriors if I could take their photo and they insisted that I take it with them. I agreed and then one them plopped his helmet on my head.
I was with my gal-pals Laura & Paula at the time and when we were finished I joked, "May I keep the helmet?"
He replied all Rennie-style, "Only if you leave us your wife."
I laughed as I took off the helmet, "Ah, I am present today with two wives."
He joked, "Alas, gift us with both."
(Photo taken by Paula Tade)
I was duly corrected when I called these Renaissance Faire revelers wenches, "No sire, we are painted ladies."
My bad.
Later in the day I ran into the painted ladies and asked if I could take their picture. They happily obliged and merrily posed while I shuttered a few pics.
Before I turned to go one painted lady asked for a tip, "M'lord, won't you be a generous giver and provide for me a coin?"
I reached into my pocket and tried to hand her a silver dollar. She point to her pushed-up breast and purred, "Noooo, in here."
And so I made a deposit right in her ol' (double-D) cup-holder.
Photo: Paula Tade
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Yesterday a couple of friends and I went to the Renaissance Faire. It happens every year and I have been meaning to go for a very long time. We had a blast and I am planning on going annually hence forth.
It was fun to see all the people in costume and in character and they ran the gamut from noble (their was a Queen Elizabeth) to the peasant. There was even a rousing jousting tournament! Verily, our day was filled with much merry-making.
Alas, I noticed many a wench using their cleavage as some sort of pocket. They carried many things wedged in there - but most of them carried shot glasses.
I stopped this particular saucy wench and pointing to her ample bosom I asked, "M'lady, may I take a picture of your..."
I paused not knowing the right word to use and without missing a beat m'lord Joe Jerry (of Thong Watch fame) filled in the blank, "Your cup-holder."
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