eeyore's birthday 2011, the annual nsfw post
happy birthday eeyore!
they have a kid's area with easy games for the youngest in the crowd.
#2 son was good at getting the bean bag in the hole and won prizes!
I have a tradition of finding little bo-peep at eeyore's every year, except this year she has a new set of threads. I guess she gave up on finding those sheep.
we found the food and beers to reasonably priced. this was a huge bowl of chicken and lentil curry ($6) that and a pair of best wursts easily fed the family.
fireman's #4 beer was $4 a pint. and these were real 16 oz pints. most places charge more than that for a "pint glass" of it. but if you have been paying attention to your glass pint glass, you may know that it only holds 14 oz. that's right, you are being cheated 2 oz at a time from most pint glasses.
#1 son was anxious to compete in the sack race after last year's loss. but, he didn't do well again. he blamed the sack... really.
there is a lot going on in this pic, larger version here. the older kid sack race was also very competitive.
good rhythyms from the drum circle
we had a small kid's drum circle, mostly old ford and airstream parts.
this scrappy dude in the black shirt had been heckling the renaissance festival type girl that ran the medieval sparring area. he got her all worked up and she urged him to get in the ring with her. "what? I can't fight a GIRL! that wouldn't be fair!", he taunted her. she was getting frustrated and challenged him once again. she had him step ahead of the line of kids who had been waiting to spar with her, confident he would soon be humiliated, but....
within a few quick moves, he had her down in the dirt! she got up, red in the face. I thought she was gonna knock him down and clean the area with his face. she took a few deep breaths and said "NEXT" there were two boys in line in front of #1 son. their parents quickly grabbed them by the collar and removed them, fearing the next opponent might bear the grunt of her anger. #1 son stepped to the front of the line and proudly picked up his weapon.
I think he wanted to redeem his loss in the sack race. our heckler that had just grounded our warrior girl was on the side, giving #1 son fight tips like. "she's got her weapon low, HIT HIGH!"
#1 son went in for the kill and was so proud of himself. she didn't put up a big effort, clearly shaken by the young punk still hassling her. as #1 son took a moment to bask in the glory of victory, the heckler was off to the side squawking like a chicken, hands in his pits while flapping his elbows. you can see she was not amused.
unicycle flag football:
I'm not a football fan, but how could I ignore a luchador unicyclist quarterback?
south austin body choir doing some of their touchy-feely dance moves
I stumbled on a bit of feedback about pics from eeyore's. some people don't like to see "big sloppy hippy titty". this was a reference to pics seen online of a lady who had painted her jugs up to resemble bunny rabbits. while I love that everybody feels comfortable and free as they are at eeyore's, I figured I'd highlight the younger crowd this year
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sneaking a smoke at the edge. smoking was banned this year due to risk of wild fires.
or lack of costume, a dab of paint will do.
this peacock girl had gone around shaking her feathers and making loud calls like "kaaawwww-kaw, kaw-kawwww!" very convincing.
bye-bye!