Once again…I can’t sleep. I woke up just before 2:00 AM. I’m draining glasses of water to dehydrate from a day of mead and one blue margarita. Downloading pictures from our Canon Elph. Chilling to Jenni Alpert and other mello tracks on my iPod Shuffle playlist for Buffalo.
Mark leaves today. We spent our last weekend eating, drinking and traveling back to the 16th Century.
Yeah, I know Berkeley is a great a job and it helps us make do out here in Kansas. But I don’t think I can ever get used to saying good-bye and being the only human in the apartment. Plus Daisy will miss him.
This week…he made dinner.
He did wheat pasta with a meaty marinara sauce and smoked polish sausage with red peppers. A tasty and colorful dish!
Yesterday, we headed out to the Renaissance Festival in Bonner Springs. This is the 30th year for the Ren Fest and it’s an impressive set-up. The 16th century European village is set-up next to the Verizon Ampitheater…and the tall trees and foilage shuts out the rest of the modern world. On Saturday, a couple of wedding parties held private receptions at the Faire. It’s always a blast to see folks dressed up in medieval garb. We drank plenty of honey mead from the ye old pubs. Feasted on chicken pot pie, turkey legs and scotch egg. And of course, we checked out some “ye olde” violence with the joust match. Lot’s of pagentry and blustering from the knights…but eventually they got into the whole sticking each other with the long pointy thing.
Plenty of other entertaining distractions. This weekend’s theme was about the Scotts, so we had some traditional dancing from the highlands. We also checked out the petting zoo, an Elephant and camel ride and a human battle chess game.
After the festival, we did dinner at La Parilla in Lawrence. I had this tasty dish of tequila shrimp tacos with beans and rice. The tequila brought out a nice tangy flavor from the shrimp.
So, it was a fun weekend. Now I have to suck it up for the next two weeks as Mark works in Berkeley. It’s only two weeks…but I’m still a wuss when he’s gone. Kansas seems bitter without him…and it feels colder.
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