Medieval fair and my MOM!!

Due to the persistant requests of RA, I'm finally writting a blog! Sorry for the delay. I've been spending all my time making reeds for my students. There are a lot of horrible store bought reeds out there-and they're charging an arm and a leg for them.

We've had some amusing times. A few weekends ago we went up to Norman OK, where I grew up before moving North Dakota, to visit my friend Chris. While there we went to the Norman Medieval Fair, which I have fond memories of from my youth. Unfortunately, things do not stay the same. It was about 10 times bigger and the clientele moved towards the bizzare. There were a lot of people dressed up in medieval costumes. There were also a lot of people dressed as medieval 'skanks' and the Goth look was in, too. A big highlight was the 'Smee and Blog' show. These were two guys well into their 50's dressed as dungeon guards doing a song and dance routine.



All the songs were changed so the words were medieval dungeonish and cheesey. It was entertaining in the scratch-your-head-in-confusion sort of way. But the real reason we went to Norman was a show Chris's Improv group did. It was hilarious! Definitely the highlight of the trip.

Another amusing event happened whist we were clothes shopping. I tend to wear my clothes until all of them wear out at the same time. This means I have to spend a huge chunk of time trying on a whole lotta clothes. Luckily, Ruth Ann agreed(or insisted) she went along. While I was trying on pants in the dressing room, RA was outside waiting with a pile of shirts for me to try on. There was some other guy trying stuff on who was coming in and out. He said to RA "Is that your son?" RA said "Ummmm....No, he's my husband." Weird guy said "Oh gosh, I feel embarassed! He looked so young." RA: "No, he's older than I am." WG: "Oh wow, he looks so young!" RA: "No... he's older than I am." WG: "Oh wow...'Cause he looks so young!" RA managed to finally convinced him that yes, I was her husband and not her son.

We'll pass along more Texas stories as they come.

~Mike

The real question is--does Mike look 12 or do I look 45?!?!
~Ruth Ann