Prepare Yourself for Utter Nerdiness

Friday! Holla!

The weather forecast for the entire weekend is....you guessed it....rain. So I'm planning on cleaning and laundry-ing and getting ready for Copenhagen and my trip home (w00t!)

But Sunday....Sunday is a different story. I've got plans to go to the Dalkey Druid Festival on Sunday with Fiona. I think it's a little like a Rennaisance festival. The thing is, back home "Rennaisance" is old, but over here having a Rennaisance fair would be just a flashback to yesteryear, like a Clash reunion tour. In Europe they go waaaay back, in this case to the middle ages. I don't know how much of a party you can throw if you don't even know about bronze yet, but maybe I'm in for a pleasant suprise.

So at home, Rennaisance Fairs consist of (or so I hear--I've never had the pleasure) virginal girls wearing their own hand-made costumes, mutton vendors, fireeaters and jousting. What is going down at the Druid Festival? Iron work? Plague rat deinfestation? Gregorian chant? How much fun is this really going to be? I have my doubts. My greatest fear is that it's going to be a little of this rifraff:

I may or may not know people who call themselves druids whilst online. Whether I'm proud of this fact is an entirely different matter.

Anyway, Dalkey has another hidden treasure besides their Druid Festival. In 1787, Dalkey coronated their very own king, evidently out of boredom. The king is a ridiculous old man who's general present-day purpose is to wave from the tops of parade floats (much like every other king in the world). What's fabulous about the King of Dalkey is his title:

"King of Dalkey, Emperor of the Muglins, Prince of the Holy Island of Magee, Baron of Bulloch, Seigneur of Sandycove, Defender of the Faith and Respector of All Others, Elector of Lambay and Ireland's Eye, and Sovereign of the Most Illustrious Order of the Lobster and Periwinkle."

Order of the Lobster and Periwinkle. How do the Irish think this stuff up?! It is my firm belief that the proper amount of steady-stream Jameson can make anyone a comic genius.

HM King Larry II. I kid you not.

And lastly, in IMPORTANT news, I finished Harry Potter. All I have to say is: I called it. All along. I knew the good guys, and I knew the bad guys. That's all I'm going to say. Also, the epilogue legitimately stinks.


So this blog has now covered Rennaisance Festivals, World of Warcraft AND Harry Potter. I better just quit while I'm behind.

Have a good weekend!