*Warning: This post is riddled with inside jokes that are meaningless and downright stupid to you, dear reader. Thus, I dedicate this post to Sheri, Alan B. Home Shea and Nicole’s favorite word.*
My Resident Genie, Alan Bubba, recently granted three wishes.
Hark! Behold how it went down:
Me: Al, I beseech thee…let us depart hither and hie thither on a mini-vacation with friends for some good VR time.
Al: Poof!
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Me: Prithee, wherefore and from whence did Christian Bale appear before mine eyes?
(And who allowed these saucy oafs to stop in Richfield and ‘vend’ HGW?)
Ms. Dew: Sheri Do like that…
but your Virtual Lamp is now half-full.
Me: Al, let us make haste! To the Shakespearean Festival!
Alack, I’ve missed it two years in a row and that verges on sacrilege. I miss it. I crave thespian-ism.
Al: Poof! Hie thee hence!
Me: Ho!….I’m in St. George!
Al: Dost thou protest, fair lady?
Me: Fie! Art thou mad?
Forsooth,tis not Bora Bora and Nicole is not swimming under the hut, but St. George is close enough to my beloved alma mater, Southern Utah University
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(Goooooooooo T-Birds!),
and its Tony award-winning Festival, so whilst we’re here…
Me: Ho hum and hey nonny nonny, I do miss Billy and his plays.
Al: Poof!
Me: Ho! BIlly! Oh, how I’ve missed your little (but oh-so-clever) balding head, my liege.
Zounds! Methinks you’ve lost more hair since last we met.
Me: But Ho! These plays are fabulous!
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So who cares about your hair?
“There’s a cream for that….”
(The 39 Steps: Two of the biggest thumbs I can find way, way up!)
(Merchant of Venice: Five very bright, twinkling stars….)
*Note: We’ve seen A LOT of the Shakespearean Festival productions and have always been blown away. The Festival is not to be missed.*
Touche!
3 comments:
Heather DO like this post! I'm no Sheri, but I can only speak for myself.
What a fun-filled 48 hours! Thanks for no merchant-intermission-jokes. Even though there were none to make, I'm sure you could come up with something.
Um, I just had to comment on this blog since I laughed so hard I peed a little! I can't wait for the awesome website to be completed... Love,
YOUR VL!
Well I surely didn't get the "inside" jokes but I enjoyed your rennaissance vocab very much :) Ryan and I went to the Texas Rennaissance Festival a couple of years ago and it was definitely FUN!
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