• KL Forslund

The Weekend

I'm behind posting a weekly article. What happened? Don't I have these queued up?


Answering in reverse order: Not always. Good question, let me tell you...


The wife and I packed our bags and drove up to Mansfield, Texas for the 9th annual Steampunk November festival. We made great time, arriving in four hours, despite stopping at Bucees for snacks and gas. Then, after resting the hotel, we prepared to change for the 7PM opening and I discovered that I forgot the garment bag with the wife's costume skirts. Yep.


So, I got to dress up, and the wife came as herself, albeit with a frown. A cold night, we went back to the hotel at midnight, went to sleep to rest for a new day of fun. Upon awaking, my throat had dried up over night and I lost my voice. As somebody who talks too much, this required a bit more effort to try to rest it during the day. A lot rode on my voice, that night we attended the poetry slam, which I entered my new poem.


I gave it my best, the microphone helped. I read The Rime of the RTS Alamo and claimed second place. A video can be found on my FB Page. I'll hunt down a link...


https://www.facebook.com/KLForslund/posts/2677740232264631


Despite the ailments and wardrobe disfunction, we had a good time. Saw friends from previous years. Ate good food and drank a ton of Wild Bill's soda. My voice is still pretty scratchy. The wife is recovering ahead of me, she got sick before I did. The dog is happy and the birds are happy we're all home.

3 views1 comment

Recent Posts

See All

Dino-Pirates Christmas Special

The Part Where Sulking Happens Captain Raptor glared at the mirror, his baleful eye unblinking in the dim light of his cabin. His head feathers splayed out in disarray. A pirate captain should fear no

What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor

Never split up the party, unless everybody wants to see different things at the Ren Fair. Like last year, the wizards gathered at my house for Thanksgiving. We gamed, ate frozen pizzas and somehow tal

Murder Most Fowl

Warning: Swearing, Violence, Fan-fiction The clues that Moreau Cay was a murder island were there from the day I woke up inside the murder house, I mean, Moreau Cay Research Institute. Yeah, I don’t l

© 2019 by KL Forslund

This site was designed with the
.com
website builder. Create your website today.
Start Now