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Mothers and Renn Fayre

May 02, 2005 *~* 2:26 p.m.

May day! May day!

Yesterday, technically, but it seems close enough, at least by my reckoning.

School is done with. Renn Fayre's done. This means that in twelve days, I will be home.

I got my mommy a Mother's Day present that I think she'll really like- I can only hope. Alex and I have been giving her birthday and Mother's Day gifts for years, with Daddy's help when we were little and our own judgment in the past several years, and I don't know that we've ever been really truly successful. We got her a ring for her birthday last year that I think went over quite well, but (like all mothers) she never claims to want anything. This isn't particularly brilliant, but I do think it will provide hours of enjoyment, so that seems good to me. I'm excited about it and keep wanting to call or send an email and say, "Guess what!?" but that will ruin the surprise and be less exciting.

It's unfortunate that I have to leave a paper trail since I can only use my credit card to order it. Damn internet!

I loved Renn Fayre. I loved this weekend. It was weird as fuck, but fit with the entire Reed vibe and more importantly, I am now a member of "Olde Reed" and can wax poetic about the good old days before the freshmen came and messed it up. There were fireworks and bands galore and music and food and festivities and forts and destruction and velvet wrapped trees and costumes like mad and glitter ALL over and glow stick operas and pinwheel and tootsie pop gardens and chinese lanterns and bubble blowing windmills and motorized easy chairs and sofas and mazes and twinkly lights and massive blanket forts and submarines and hula hoops and flower gardens and rooms filled with balloons (possibly THE best thing EVER- you should try it one day) and moonscapes in the mailroom and rubber band caves and fondue and strawberries and bug eating and chariot races and parades and just about anything that anyone could imagine.

There is no way I could possibly describe everything that happened over the weekend without running out of space and breath and memory. It was busy busy go go go and exhausting and so much fun.

I was thrilled and confused and delighted and so pleased with everything.

Love Reed!

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