The very kind, (and new) memeber kiwi_juggler pointed out that i forgot to write how i actually came across Bardic Wind in the first place and I thought it would be better if i shared my Bardic Wind experience in its own update, because it would be terrible to try to read it as a comment...and a few more posts in the community wont hurt it one bit ;-) in fact, we could use more *hint hint*
So you know how I got there:
This year I started highschool, finally, and the freshman class always goes to the Ren Fest. So we went. We(my friends and I) were standing behind a knife throwing booth while my friends tried to get Gabriel (a friend) to try it.
I wasnt paying too much attention, and then these two guys walked up and jumped on the picnic table and said something about throwing knives on picnic tables or something like that...so I turned around and watched. (needless to say, i missed Gabriel throwing smaller knives)
Now for the real story:
I began watching their routine (I like to think i was the first to notcie them) it started w/ Brandon (K) telling us that Cameron was going to catch the knife with his crotch...most of the spectators were girls, and my class was most likely made up of the oldest ones there. By then, any of the girls who hadnt already realised that Cameron was gorgeous, were now noticing other things about him. Others, were happy for the excuse to look.
After the show, and watching some of their awesome tricks, i realised that they were the most entertaining thing there. (this was confirmed by walking around some more afterwards) It didnt help that it was a student day so there were minimal shows/shops open.
I spent most of our time there following them and watching their displays.
That was, until Cameron almost killed me...the first time. They were doing the trick where Cameron gets on Brandon's shoulders and they both juggle their knives. Cameron almost fell, dropping his knives every which way. I was lucky I had decided to lag back a bit, but it almost hit me and the kid standing next to me. Looking back, it was pretty funny, I sidestepped it easily. The kid jumped out of the way.
After that, my friend begged a cameraphone off of a classmate and i got to be in a picture w/ them.
When it was almost time to leave, Cameron had just put on his stilts. I was going to find my friends who were at the booth of this other scottish guy named Cameron (this is before i found out what BW's Cameron's name was) he almost fell on me. I think it was on purpose, but had i not backed up, i think he would've squashed my foot.
I was disappointed I had to leave. I didnt want to go. And I didnt even know anything about Baltic Wind.
I felt unaccomplished.
But that was only day 1...
I knew I had to go back. There was no way around it. I couldnt have not gone back. But that, is yet another story. And Al gets back from Peru <s>tomorrow</s> later, so i should actually sleep tonight.
the story itself is x-posted to bardicwind
and, if you'd like to be a good person, you can post the way you met them in a new post (even if its a "well, we went to the RenFest, and my weird friend Simone was stalking these guys....") i'll love you forever for it?