On Saturday morning, I left home at 3am so I would get to the faire by 9am. The trip was completely uneventful with absolutely no traffic, so I actually arrived at 8:30am.

I ran into DanWill shortly afterwards, and we had a nice conversation about various things. I like Will. He's one of those people who is playful, happy and tells you exactly what is on his mind. He's leaving the Belles, which is, to me, the end of an era of sorts, but he'll still be around and working faires. It will be interesting to see where life takes this man in the future.

Now, I had a number of goals set out for the weekend, and I'm determined to achieve as many as possible. I decided today, Saturday, was the day I'd do the tougher goals, the ones that required actual setup and effort.

I tried setting up a wooing, but it didn't come through. Perhaps tomorrow.

I caught the joust at 11am. I like these horsemen, and the show was great fun.

While there, I spied my friend Chrissy, who hurt her foot last weekend. She's the pretty lady I wanted to get pictures of all day long. I managed to get quite a few pictures of her, but not as many as I wanted. Ah well, I will get some more on Sunday.

I made the mistake of getting a massage without eating enough food. You see, there is a side effect to massages on diabetics - the blood sugar drops fast. I purchased a 20 minute massage, got it done (it was great), stood up and almost fell on my face. Wow. My sugar level must have dropped incredibly low. Let me give you an idea how it feels: imagine someone reaches into your abdomen and waves his arms around in your guts, and at the same time he's pushing a railroad spike into your head. That's how it feels.

I bought a sugar cookies, wandered over to the court, and sat around for an hour while my blood sugar got back up to normal. Whew. Much better. Mental note: MUST remember this side effect in the future.

Okay, I felt better now. I got some more food and water, then started back to my set of objectives for the day.

Like I said, I was working on the more difficult ones. I arranged with the queen to meet her at lunchtime to go on the swings. We met and had a swinging time, so to speak. This was great fun. I really like this queen, she's a special lady.

I did some other things and found two friends from last year. These two ladies allowed me to take their picture last year, and I featured one of them on renaissancefaire.net as the most beautiful woman I had seen that day. (I wish I was better at names). They are both drop dead goegeous. So I stopped, took their pictures, and had a long conversation with the two of them. She had actually found her picture and was extremely flattered. The three of us talked for over an hour, and I asked them if they'd like to ride on the horse with me. They both agreed to meet me there later in the afternoon. Later in the day, I rode seperately with each of them, and they rode together as well. That was an awesome time!

Okay, I arranged with the yeobabes to meet me at the swings in the afternoon, and about half a dozen of them and I jammed into one of the chairs. These ladies were great and screamed at the top of their lungs! Again, it was a wonderful time. I like these ladies, all of them, because they are extremely wonderful people. They are always respectful of me, they are nice, they know and totally understand the role they play at the faire, and they are just all around nice ladies. I like the yeodudes as well for basically the same reasons (well, except for the "nice ladies" part).

I caught a bit of the Broon show, then ran into Shanna, a very pretty lady who had shared a horse ride with me previously. We talked for almost an hour. This lady is not only gorgeous, she's very smart! She's very creative, a musician and actress. It was a very pleasant conversation with a very nice young lady.

As I was walking around, I spied a lady with whom I rode on the horse before. She thanked me for the ride, and I noticed she looked a little blue. She said it was a pretty emotional day. Now, it's not okay to be blue at the faire, and I saw Sausage and said, "this lady needs cheering up!" He proceeded to do so, and within a couple of minutes she was smiling and having a great time. I felt like I had done a good deed for the day!

I did a few other things and actually spent a very pleasant day (except for the blood sugar) talking to people.

Near the very end of the day, I spied two pretty ladies sitting on a haybail. I went over to ask them if I could take their picture. A very strange looking guy with huge fake Elf-like ears on his head cut in and asked them if he could take their picture. The guy gave off some strange vibes, he talked very strangely and, I don't know how to explain it, he just felt strange. Does that make sense? The two ladies must have felt it as well, because they didn't look happy at all with his request. I looked around and spotted a security person watching, which made me feel a bit more comfortable. Then I got out of there as fast as I could. He actually made my skin crawl!

After the faire was over, I headed to my room in Gilroy at the Comfort Inn. They had run out of the class of rooms which I had reserved, so I had to suffer (again) with a suite. Ah, the sacrifices I make for faire!

Tomorrow: I've got some wooing to do and to set up; I want to play all of the games, get my face painted and a henna. And I've got a pretty lady who says she'll get on the horse with me. And I want to see as many shows as I can. Mostly, I want to catch the shows.