My birthday is on Tuesday. Other people are off celebrating things involving rabbits, chocolate, eggs, and such. Me and Dane? We went to Sherwood Forest Faire for the start of StinaFest! (My birthday week.) We walked around per usual. Dane actually pegged the insult guy in the face with a tomato this year. He also threw some knives and hit the target. I had some amazing vegan Mediterranean food. We saw some knights joust--and one of them got slammed big time and landed on the ground. (I was afraid he'd gotten his head stepped on by his horse, but not so much, thank the gods.) There were very large birds trained to fly around over the heads of the audience. (No turkey legs were snatched from the hands of the not so good at listening to instructions. This time.) I signed up to have my cards read and while we were waiting we made the usual pilgrimage to the Angel Sword booth.
When Dane and I were first living together, we defied all pagan tradition and gave one another blades. A majority of the time, they were blades modeled after swords from films. You know the ones: Sting, Andúril, Glamdring, Blade's katana, and so on...wall hangers, all of them. We knew they were just for looking pretty, but my father in law used to joke about how he felt sorry for anyone who threatened us in our place. We had a weapon available to hand within two or three strides in every room. One day we found the Angel Sword booth at the Texas Renaissance Festival. We were both hooked. Dane eventually bought two of the blades--a Chinese sword and an Italian five-finger blade. He kept promising that one day we'd buy one for me, but then our financial situation took a turn for the worse. (Hello, Dot Com crash.) And well...I never thought we'd get around to it. So, today.
We're at the booth. Per usual, we're handling the swords and the gentleman behind the counter hands me this beautiful blond wooden handled katana, and I'm not making this up...the thing hit my hands and ZOWIE. I knew that was my sword. I said, "Hello, Blondie." Then it was time for me to get my cards read and I wandered off. While I was there...Dane bought the sword for me.
Is it ridiculous that I've named a Japanese blade after an '80s punk icon?
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