Hmm

We called it meadowpunk and we were happy. It gave us ideas for next Renfest.

We came second in trivia that night.

They had festbier, the first time in three weeks, and it was as good as we remembered. Such a yardstick to measure against, and such a victory to behold it again.

The punk girl I fancied was there, as usual, but this time had our table. I never knew how to make a move on a waiter. Felt like I was invading some sanctimonious circle that was only sacred in name, behind the curtains it was a wreck, but for appearances it felt best to maintain the distance.

I wore my cozy hoodie, the fuzzy one that people were jealous of. I knew well why.

There's always next week.