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  • Writer's pictureKL 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.

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