Francis does Celtic Festival

Katie Jones

When you have a song in your heart, you just have to let it out.  Now, I've had the time of my life.  No, I never felt like this before.  Yes, I swear it's the truth. And I owe it all to you.  Unfortunately, though, I don’t have a heart. Shoot, I don’t even have any ribs.  Or flesh. Or any organs at all. But I did have the time of my undeadness. I had a blast with the Ohana at Celtic festival yesterday.  We’d even convinced the Emperor to give unbelievable deals for the day. It’s telling when your first customer of the day walks away confused and happy saying you really need to raise your prices.  Of course, he said that after he bought, not before.

As I said, it was a great day!  It started out a little warm and humid, but gave way to a beautiful moderate day with good music and plenty of tasty adult beverages.  Domestic Goddess had us set up fairly close to the main stage, but not so close as to be blasted out by the music. We had a steady stream of people coming through, happily perusing our products while sipping on cider, beer, wine, or mead.  Barbarians and warriors everywhere! It was like the good old days, but with less drunken revelry and violence.

And then the sky opened up on us and the party moved to another location.  I continued to hang around pole dancing by my horn to draw the crowds, but there were no crowds to play to by then.  The cooling rain was nice though and I oversaw the Ohana pack up, still hanging by my horn just in case. I appreciate the special finish the Emperor gave my bones a couple years back as I’ve hung out in the rain a lot since then and haven’t had any issues with rust...but I sure would like another fire shower… it reminds me of home.  Those who know me say the gleam of the fire coming out of my eye sockets really shows my personality.

Such a beautiful day.  I even got to interact with some young human spawn.  The adults always point and take pictures, but the children love me.  They stare and talk. They tell me about their lives and offer me their treats.  So generous! I don’t even have to take the treats...they’re always freely offered.  It’s weird though. For some unknown reason, human children almost always stick their hands in my mouth and grab my jaw.  Or stick their fingers in my eye sockets.

I’ll let you know the next show I’ll be at and maybe you adult humans can come out and throw the bones with me.  In the meantime, I’m going to go cuddle with the cat.

Francis spooning Skizzo

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