Um.... Here I am again. Facing the blank page, and with no idea what I want to talk about. I�m sitting in a�Discount Tire, getting my tires balanced. I won�t be here much longer; I�ve been here a while already.
Fairie Creatures on a Majikal Night
Fairie Creatures on a Majikal Night
I�ve used my time wisely, working on Tortuga business. I�ve honed one of the scripts that we�re planning on bringing out, juggled�T-shirt�numbers for our Spring/Fall order, and gotten bitchy with a friend about plane flights and the exact meaning of a "full week." Pretty stupid on both our parts, but I obviously need to eat something.
Friendship is a queer thing. Now, don�t get hung up on the word, friends, it has other meanings as well. I just stuck it in there to jostle your comfort zones and because I�m, well, you know...odd�(like that, not the other way - sorry to disappoint). As you can see, I really have�nothing�to write about. So, here I go on another stream of conscious tangent.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes....
Friendship is an...odd�thing. There, is that better? We cling to those people whom we (a) are most like, (b) would most like to be like, and (c) contain the most of the very stuff that we despise about ourselves. Now why is�that? Is it because if we can work things out in them, then it�s like we�re doing the same for ourselves only from a safer, much more detached position? (How was that for a run-on sentence?) We love, we hate, we fight, we makeup. It�s a vicious cycle, and I, for one, am getting tired of the merry-go-round.
Me-Yeow Kitty!
Me-Yeow Kitty!
Then there are those friendships that are different. The ones that even with the fight and makeup there�s an underlying foundation of support for one another. As I�m getting older (wiser?), I�m finding more of those types of friendships. Not many, but some. And, you know what? I�m like �em!
None of this is to say that I am the perfect component in this equation. I am cantankerous at best...but only when I�m not getting my way on a continual basis. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Tires are done now. And,�before�I really swim into the deep end of the self-examination pool. Lucky me. You, too. You wouldn�t want me to drag you through that crap with me anyway. It�s not a pretty sight. I�ll think of something else to write about next time I crack my �puter. Don�t worry; I still got more empty page to fill before I�m done with this journal entry.
Hi, kids. Airborne again. Flying the friendly skies of...well,�Northwest, actually. On my way to meet up with the boyz in Omaha. That�s where we all touch down on our way to Council Bluffs, Iowa.�The Renaissance Faire of the Midlands�awaits our annual one weekend Tortuga type mayhem, and we are not ones to disappoint.
Before all of that, however, I have a layover in the Twin Cities and lunch with my good friend Sarina. Sometimes a three-hour layover can be a good thing-especially when food is involved. Sarina and I have been friends for about ten years now. We may have met earlier, but we began getting to know one another back in �94 at the first�Carolina Renaissance Festival. We have a platonic friendship - no, it�s not because "she has a great personality"; she�s actually quite lovely - that has grown as we have grown over the course of at least as many adventures as the years that we have known each other. (Don�t like that last sentence, either, but is says what I wanted to say so I�ll leave it.)
And, how am�I�doing? Let�s see.... Still 40, still sober, still single. How�s that? Good enough for you? Too bad if it�s not.... Obviously still cantankerous as well.
Ronn and Riki at the GA Funky Formal, 2004
Ronn and Riki at the
GA Funky Formal, 2004 Ronn being interviewed for Renn TV
Ronn being interviewed for Renn TV Ronn enjoying his birthday party
Ronn enjoying his birthday party
There have been some changes in my life lately, but I am at a crossroads. Not so much about the changes, more about what it is you want to read. Do you want the philosophical Tortuga? Or the "my life is a party; come along for the ride" Tortuga? Do you really want to read the deep and shallow thoughts that cross my mind? Or would you like a good story? Either way, I�d like to stick to the truth. I could make something up if you�d like, but I believe it�ll be more fun knowing that what you�re reading is how it�really�happened. With a couple of embellishments thrown in to spice up the mix.
But, maybe my life�s not interesting enough after all. Maybe I�should�make something up. Write a story involving the three of us. How we�re on our way to do yet another renaissance festival. Yeah, yeah, flying in an airplane or two, and meeting up in Council Bluffs, Iowa....
Naw, it�ll never work.
Just so you know, all this bitching and philosophy isn�t all that I�ve been doing lately. As you can see by the pictures, we�ve been "out and about" in between weekends of work at the�Georgia Renaissance Festival. Enjoy the pix and know that my life is oh so much more than the grumblings that I sometimes plunk down on my �puter. Honestly, I shouldn�t bitch...but I do. So, there!
Ciao, bellos!
Jef and friends out on the town
Jef and friends out on the town Comedian Pablo Franciso y Los Tres Tortugas
Comedian Pablo Franciso
y Los Tres Tortugas Sharon thinks the Tortugas are #1
Sharon thinks the
Tortugas are #1
