Anna Trip: PT 2A

Saturday:

Hollywood woke me at, I don’t even know. I drifted in and out till 8:30 when sis got up. The house was instantly alive! My sis’ hon and baby came in, and we ate eggs and muffins; mmmm. Then my helper came to get me ready and off we went to Scarborough Faire in Waxahachie. What’s Scarborough Faire? Only the most awesome two mile stretch of renaissance fair on Earth! Oh, poor Hollywood baby couldn’t come-I was sad. Also, my niece had her friend’s b-day party to go to.

Another hour and a half drive. Luckily, I bought tickets early. Scarborough Faire: I used to go every year. I miss it. Barely walking through the gates, I had to get a picture.

We walked in awe (as if I don’t know what it looks like) around shops near the entrance. Then, it was time to buy.

Before finalizing my purchase, a loud BANG was no doubt heard for miles! They shoot an actual cannon at 10 a.m. when they open, at 1 p.m., and at 7 for the close. I love the cannon; I don’t know why-when I go, I hope to hear it once. Whether you want a camel ride, a cloak, a turkey on a stick, a book, a painting, jewelry, or any medieval thing in between, there is a shop for it. My girl decided she wanted to get her face painted, so I waited alone nearby.

Well, a couple minutes turned to several, and I didn’t see her or her b/friend anywhere. I got worried, so a few minutes later, I called her cell phone. She picked up, and I said, “Hey, where are you?”

She announced, “We went to see a show.” Way to stick by your client…or at least communicate, I thought. What if I’d like to see it (which I would’ve liked to)? She said, “I’ll call you when it’s over.” At least I had less to worry about…I guess
I forgot the name of the shop I found, but the owner paints a picture on one side of a dual-sided mirror. I have a few pieces from times past, so I had to get more. A lady (customer) saw me looking and came over to talk. We probably talked a good twenty minutes about our interpretations of each design. Then, finally I chose two to buy.

Immediately, the lady said, “I would like to buy one of those for her.”

Aww, how sweet-what a nice person. “Thank you so much! Are you sure?” I had to ask. Thanks, God. She confirmed her stance, we introduced ourselves, wished each other well, and I was on my way.

My phone rang. Helper was right behind me. We hung out for about fifteen mins before she said she wanted to go buy s/thing else. The shop had steps, but in the minute or two that it took me to find the ramp and get in, they were gone…again. What the hell-are they ditching me on purpose? I really wondered. I gave them a couple more mins before calling. I took pics, flirted with some faire guys, and picked up my phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, where are you?” I tried to control myself. “You left me again!” She made some excuse that they looked back, and I was gone, and she asked where I was. I said, “Same place where you claimed you were gonna buy something.” Deep breath, Joey. I was mad.

We found each other again and decided to eat lunch-it was 3 p.m.-ish, after all. Mmm, meatball wraps all around. Ooh, and super pretzel! However, eating didn’t ensure Chick’s good attitude-she ordered money from her man and was gone. We followed but to a point. She hadn’t yet gotten her face painted and still wanted to, but her man and I were not allowed to watch; we were told to go away, so we did.
We stood in line at the Tarot reading shop, but a few minutes turned to several, and neither the psychic nor our girl showed themselves. We got tired of waiting, so very slowly the two of us walked around and took more pictures.

Okay, this part gets slightly fuzzy-I mean, I don’t know who called who first, but she was pissed over the very thing she told us to do-leave. The next-last-35 minutes of our stay there was us trying to find her, her hanging up on us, claiming “we shouldn’t have left her”, her calling her b/friend names that were simply uncalled for and heavily exaggerating situations in her favor. It was ridiculous! She’s not a child; give me a break. It was a whole big, damn deal for the next 2 hours, how we stranded her-wtf? I mean, I know she’s in her 20s, but her poor man! Needless to say, it really angered me, especially since she smarted off to me thinking she was talking to her other half. Crazy bi***. That was the entire ride back to my sis’.