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Did you know it was my birthday? The 12th, sure, but I didn't want to update until my plans were complete. Okay, they are complete. Here we go.

Saturday was awesome. Aside from waking up cranky (went to bed at 8 AM and got rudely awakened somewhere between noon and 12:30), I had a huge blast. Dearest friend came over and my brother took us, and his girlfriend, out to eat. That's right. Our once-a-year visit to Olive Garden.
Our waiter was surprisingly nice. He made sure everything was perfect. And it was funny, being in the restaurant, because there was another birthday in the building and we could hear them singing. Us four at the table looked at each other and my brother said, "Gee, they sound excited." And I slammed my fists against the table (I really did) saying, "I demand my music to be enthusiastic!" And we giggled.
All we did at Olive Garden was giggle.
See, here's the thing, you can dress me up and make me look nice (actually you really can't because my face isn't feminine enough; it ruins everything), but you can't take me anywhere because . . . I'm not rude, I just . . . like to pick inappropriate topics. I'm not afraid to talk about anything. So, our topic? Rimming. Yup. If you don't know what it is, look it up.
We went from sex, hentai, porn, rimming, to actually almost molesting someone. I don't know how we got onto it but we were talking about boobs--oh yeah! Sugar sacks! My friend hardly ever uses sugar--she's weird like that--and so my brother came to the conclusion that she has sugar sacks. Like how aliens spit acid, she spits sugar into her food without realizing. Then my brother said, "You know, that could be mistaken for something else."
And I said, "Oh yeah, your girlfriend has huge sugar sacks!"
"But their my sugar sacks."
"Let me touch them!" And I made grabby motions across the table.
So while we went on about these topics, very loudly might I add, when we were about done eating some random guy comes up to our table, holding out a pamphlet.
"I'd like to invite you to our services tomorrow. You seem like you might need it," he said.
We take the pamphlet and he walks away. We all cackle loudly but our table got suddenly quiet. We wanted to tell the guy we already went to church but realized it would give our church a bad name so we kept quiet.
So anyway! My birthday singers arrive with smiles on their faces and give me my lovely birthday song--with enthusiasm! We laugh as they go away and I said, "Someone must have heard me."
After Olive Garden brother's girlfriend had to get going--she works in a theater an hour away--and the rest of us went to Borders. I had money to spend. Of course, I couldn't find the books I was looking for, but when I was back in the sex/erotica section for, like, the third time, some creepy guy was standing there. I took my business elsewhere. Why couldn't he just grab his Penthouse and go?
Nothing exciting happened at Borders. I'm usually in a very subdued mood when inside Borders--it's the only place I will not loudly make innuendos or explain a sexual act. Mostly because I want to work there and I don't want them remembering me as that kind of person. But I hate that Borders because only old people work there. Where's the young blood?
Then we went to our huge Halloween outlet, now that it's finally open. We had fun there. The signs "Do Not Play With The Weapons" weren't up yet so we (my brother and I) were battling out of sight of the employees--then the first hit landed. There was a huge thud, a thack, and we put them back. We didn't want to get into too much trouble. And I'm bad with a long sword, anyway. It had a nice weight to it, though; I was surprised, for it being plastic.
Brother grabbed a whip near the cowboy and Indians section and tried cracking it. It worked once. Then he started wrapping everything. We went to the decorations and raved for a little bit (they were playing awesome techno music, man!) then the Time Warp came on. Neither of us knew it, but my friend did. She started the pelvic-thrusting motions and we giggled at her, running off to find the jewelry while she danced. Unfortunately, they hate me this year. They didn't bring back my bondage necklace--still on a heated search for one of those puppies--and they barely had anything of worth. Boo! Boooo!
So then we went to Spencers. Where we had a heated discussion about vibrators, which the customers didn't seem to appreciate, but I was happily letting them know what was good about having a vibrator and using them with a partner. Don't they want to be educated at all?
OHMYGOSH! While we were looking at the dirty things, we watched some mother come down the aisle towing her, eh, she looked about seven, daughter with her. The girl was looking at all the body stockings and lingerie on the wall while the mother gabbed on her cell phone, and we started giggling again. My brother whispered, "That's right, little girl. Take a good look at your future." Which made us laugh so hard we had to leave.

Sunday was awesome, too. Finally got to see the big deal about the SCA. Brother kept going on and on and on about them. I understand now.
Us four (friend, me, brother, brother's girlfriend) went to the park where a bunch of artists were doing this and that, and the SCA was there for outreach and demonstrations. My brother knew most of the people there but because they were all old, they really didn't recognize him. I'm telling you what, those people can talk your ear off. I wasn't really interested in what most of them had to say, I listened of course, but when people talk so much it gets on my nerves. But the talk we had with an artist, who used to be Herald (basically the leader of the club branch), was nice.
And I met Lorenzo.
Sounds like a line from a romance novel, huh? It basically is. When he started moving, I was in love.
My brother told me he's the most decorated fencer in our branch, he was a champion, and I could definitely see it. The guy is hilarious, too! But I didn't talk with him personally, because that would just be awkward. I would probably have the fangirl sigh before I started speaking.
We watched the dances they did (brother, friend, and brother's girlfriend taking part in one. The SCA tried to get me to do it but I refused, simple as it was) and I loved the look of them. The last two were very nice. Oh yeah, it was during the dances where that movement crush started, because with a trained eye like mine, I could instantly tell what he was. That footwork was too elegant to be anything else.
Then the fighting demo began. They were doing three demos today but we only saw the first one, which was fencing, or as they call them "Rapier battles" because it's much more brutal than fencing.
A little backstory. I have always wanted to do fencing. It's another part of my love affair with the French. And I know it makes me sound like a pansy or whatever, but I've always loved the way it looked. It's more about stabbing than actually getting in there and devouring your opponent. I don't mind heavy battle, but barbarians aren't really my thing. I don't mind them, but I couldn't do their type of battle. I have absolutely no arm strength because of my wrists. My legs, however, well, you don't want to get hit by one. Strong little suckers. And I might not look like it but I am quite fast and quick on my feet.
So fencing has always been on my to-do list.
Watching the SCA do it . . . I was literally having my "Ahhh" angelic chorus moment. That divine moment. It's crazy fast. You blink and you miss an attack, or a shove, and suddenly the guy is on the ground. They demonstrated some of the ways they fought and my ears perked up with the idea of fighting with two swords. I've always fought with two blades when given the chance, unless I'm using a two-hander. Then it kind of doesn't work. But with rapier, you can use both hands for anything. They showed a bunch of stuff for their fencing, all with humor.
"You were supposed to fall. You're terrible at falling down!"
"Eh, the ground is too far away."
That was Lorenzo and, I think his name was, Matheo? I think. He was pretty good for an old guy going against late twenty-something (who knows, he might be older than he looks and be thirty-something, but I'd peg him for late twenties, early thirties. 33, no more; 25, no less) Lorenzo. My brother thinks he was from a different "country," especially since Lorenzo had to ask his name, which says something because he oversees all fencing.
So I finally saw the reason why my brother is so enthralled with the SCA. Those people can talk a lot, but their funny, and that's the kind of people you want to listen to.
Oh! There was axe and knife throwing, too! An old couple demonstrated that, and they were very good, despite a few misses.

So yeah, I had a great birthday. Not many presents, but lots of memories that I'll have trouble remembering. Actually, since I have most of it wrote down here, it might kick start something when I forget, which is always nice. That's why I write everything down; it helps with the memories.