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The Germans are Almost as Insane as the Celts

Mocha Chocolatta Ya Ya!

Damsels in Distress

Hey sailor.  Buy a girl a drink?

Unhand me!  No, wait!  Re-hand me!  Aw, come on!

Gallop Apace, You Fiery-Footed Steeds, Towards Phoebus' Lodging!

But can he do a Spanish accent?

Ty commanded, 'No smiles!'  'O-tay,' replied Delaney.

Boo!  Did I scare you?

Get off my daughter!

What a nice young man.

Hot Buttered

They're sharp, too.

Honestly, you haven't changed a bit!


Welcome
to Ye Olde Faire Webbe Site

(And yes, that is the last time I'll say "Ye Olde" anything.)



First of all, I want to apologize for the banners and pop-ups. I am paying nothing for the site; rather, I am making you pay for it by forcing you to absorb these commercial messages into your brain. Sorry.





Now, on to business. If any of you have been wondering where I have been spending all my time and money over the last seven weekends, wonder no longer. I have been at the Renaissance Faire! If you've never been, well, I don't know where to start describing it, but you can check out the official website if you can't just kind of get it from context. My sister Amy and my friend Caroline are both great devotees of the Faire, and this year they got me involved, too. Oh, Caroline's friend Felipe went, too. Hi, Felipe. Anyway, this website contains a selection of photos (the ones in which I don't look too bad) and stories (most of the interesting ones) from our adventures there. I was about to give a list of instructions on how to use this site, but then I realized that you're all pretty smart, and it's not that complicated anyway, so have at you. All comments are welcome, but this is my first website, so be gentle.





And, if you get bored with all my silly pictures and dopey stories, here is a page of delightful links intended to edify and entertain you. If you know of a site that should be added, please forward the URL immediately.













Email me, for God's sake!

Do you think he ate them, too?

What A Falling Off Was There

Hope she's had her shots . . .

Light my fire.  Seriously, I can't light these things.

Do I make you . . . oh, never mind.

I look hot?  Thanks!  Oh.  Because of the wool.  Yeah.

Felipe the Artiste

Hallelujah!

But really, what men aren't?

Well, they look good.

Does he stuff?

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'erperch These Walls

Relics!  Get your relics here!

Total Depravity Indeed