All for Me Grog 

Okay, so I maybe forgot yesterday to post something. I got the grad school blues, baby, and it’s impeding on bloggy time. So it’s Friday and here I am anyways. Time to talk about GROG. ‘All for Me Grog‘ is an old folk song that The Dregs used to sing a long time ago. We were suddenly asked to sing it last year, and Geoffrey and I did not have verses, so we decided to ‘fix’ the song, with Chad playing along afterwards. You end up with this masterpiece that has been nicknamed ‘Pants Pants’:   As a side note […]

Last Weekend of MRF, 2014 

Well, Droopies, it’s all over. Another season at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival came and went. Laughter was had, puppets worn, proposals made, battles of bands fought (WE WON), and many hugs given. We can’t thank you enough for the amazing year. Without YOU, none of this would be possible. Tim is ever the romantic at the end of that clip. Talk about shameless self-promotion! (Thank you to Deanna Lyn Merdink for the use of her lovely video!) Also, check out here how we were involved in another couple become engaged as well. We thought it was merely a birthday party, so uh… we rushed […]

MRF, weekend five: PATCHOULI 

If you’ve ever seen The Dregs doing what Tim refers to as ‘morning walkies’, you’ve seen us enter into The Alchemist screaming, “DON’T WANNA SMELL LIKE NO DAMN IRISH PERSON NO MORE!” to which I always squee, “PATCHOULIIIIIIIIIII”, and Tim looses his shit. His hatred of patchouli comes from a place deep within. The struggle is real. So real, a couple years ago someone paid me five dollars to bathe him in patchouli oil. Since Tim is a whore for money, he did so greedily and to my amusement complained all day about how badly he smelled. So it was […]

Sausage Fest 2014 

Welp, with Rachael gone in Europe, Suz gone due to heat exhaustion, I was the only female left in The Dregs on Sunday and Monday of this Labor Day fest weekend. If you don’t count Chad, that is.   Suz ended up getting ill after our 3:30 show, when I was actually recovering from *almost* being ill earlier. I just passed the torch, and Suz friggin devoured it. If you are observant, you’ll see that I’m not wearing my belt, and I’ve loosened my bodice because when you’re not feeling well, SCREW FASHION!!! So after Suze went home, I grew […]

weekend two, arrr matey 

This past weekend was, while still moist, full of freebooters. Poachers. Raiders! Marauders. In other words, we be overrun by PIRATES! Fun fact! The origin of the word ‘pirate’ is from the Greek peiratēs, from peirein ‘to attempt, attack’. Attempting, but not necessarily successful. Wah wah wah. Speaking of attempting to be a pirate… God, that photo is terrible on SO MANY levels, but I am willing to post it publicly for YOUR amusement, Droopies. That’s how much I love you. This coming weekend is the ‘silk road’ weekend, aka, belly dancers. Watch me NOT bare my midriff, cuz let’s just say some things are […]