Cast iron cookware and campfires...

I'm currently listening to: Good Charlotte's "Bloody Valentine"

Tommy called last night, begging me to ask off work on Saturday. Why? There's a Rendezvous over in Grafton, IL and he wanted me to come and see it. (A Rendezvous is a demonstration of how people lived in the 1800's or so, also called "Mountain Men".) Seeing how I loved the Renn Faire when Jess and Co. went to it, I was sorely upset that I wouldn't be able to go. I have to admit, though, he did have some colorful suggestions to get me out of work... I didn't particularly feel like quitting and crossing a picket line anytime soon just for a job.

Just when we had reserved ourselves to the fact that I wouldn't be able to go, he checked his facts again. It's over Sunday. Sunday! He can pick me up on Saturday, I can spend the night in North County (hopefully) and go on Sunday! Hurrah! Huzzah! I can't wait. Booths, deomonstrations, tomahawk throwing, gunpowder... this is going to be awesome.