GOOD day at Bristol.
Yes, the heat convinced me not to do garb, again, which is always a little sad. Along the way I sang “New Sins for Old” and “When the Tall Man Speaks”, and recited “Silver Lady”, all to good effect. I also told the “Undead Carnie” story, and it went over like a lead balloon. Oh, well.
The event of the day, though…
I was approaching the tavern in the southwest corner of the compound when I encountered two young women. They were both attractive and wearing grade B garb. One was in (I think) blue and white with a black corset; the other was in warm earth tones, plus a russet fedora and an E-cig in a wooden holder that gave everything an Art Deco twist that I found brain melting. I told her so, and she was obviously flattered. They bought their beer and were carded; I bought my Dr. Pepper, and did the, “Don’t ring the bell,” thing. Russet Hat asked me why, and I told her: The full Ballad of Hob Gaedling with full orchestration and four part harmony. Russet Hat and her friend were rapt. This sequed into the Keys of Hell Dinner Party, which went over just as well, and THAT sequed into the Helm Quest, still with full orchestration and four part harmony.
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“You may be right,’ Morpheus said. “I may have no power here. But Dreams? Where is the horror of Hell if the condemned can not dream of Heaven?” And demonic horde parted, and Morpheus went free.
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Russet Hat and her friend were mopped up and carried away in buckets.
It was a GOOD day…
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