I'm starting to think that maybe my drugs aren't working very well. I've been feeling like the old mike more and more lately. I was sleepy on the way to and from Charlotte, I noticed myself missing some words in a song for the first time in a long while, I fell asleep at both Masses this weekend, and today I've been on the verge of going to sleep several times. I'm going to have to talk to the doctor; maybe I just got a bad batch of meds, because this shit ain't cutting it. In other news, I got to Luke this weekend! My newest nephew is the coolest ever; he has the fattest cheeks and is so observant. He constantly looks around and is trying to find ways to interact with his environment. I've never seen a baby who is so self-aware at such a young age. He's smart and cute; you can tell he's a Chepul. ;) I also got to see mom and Al this weekend; Al recently lost his job and might be getting a job in Ohio. :o He does stuff for non-profit agencies and has an interview with a really good company up there. I thought it was going to be weird when he and mom were talking about moving around in North Carolina, but Ohio is something altogether different. I think it freaks me out a little, I mean my mom might be selling the only house that has ever been "home" to me. I wouldn't know what to do.
I didn't get to see Pete and Natalie and Connor and Eliza this weekend, and that's real frustrating. I came all the fucking way there to visit some family, like he rags me about doing every damned time I call him (Which, when was the last time his ass called me just to see how things were going?) and he can't find some time to see me? I got so frustrated, because I wanted to see everyone but Liz and I had tickets to the Renaissance faire and I was damned if I was going to miss most of that just for the chance to see everyone.
Speaking of which, the faire was awesome! Liz has a kick-ass Harry Potter costume and I hastily constructed a Dumbledore that turned out to rock. People were constantly whispering behind us all day, even if it was things like, "look, Harry Potter and.... that other guy" or "It's Harry Potter and Gandalf" or my personal favorite "Look, Jesus!" No offense to that guy, but Jesus was in his early 30s when he died, I looked like Methuselah with a grey beard down to my knees! I was also referred to as: Gandalf, Moses, Some Wizard, and Liz's favorite "Dumbledorf." Despite the difficulty of some to discern who I was, there were some highlights, kids asking to take pictures with us, old people asking to take pictures with us, giant tree-men, a joust to the death where our knight killed the evil possessed bad knight, me as Dumbledore giving kids some candy, (he likes candy for those who might not know) Some lady recognizing Dumbledore when Harry was in the Privy, the lady who manages the performers asking if I was one, (she was telling me to stop doing magic tricks during a show) and another favorite moment - the guy at the chess tables asking me if I wanted to play and then saying as I walked off, "Aw, I coulda played Chess with Dumbledore!" All in all it was a fantastic time, saw some crazy people, hell we were some crazy people, ate, had pumpkin ale, ate big turkey legs (or at least parts of) and almost died of dehydration and heat stroke (note to self, don't wear giant wig and beard and sweater and robe and fuzzy slippers in warm weather)