For some time now, a few of you have been bugging me about the little ninja that showed up on my flickr page this summer. I keep meaning to write something up… but then I say “enh fuck it” and then go do something else. But tonight I have nothing to write about and it’s NaBloPoMo. Which means that I have to write about something. I heard what those NaBloPoMo people do if you skip a day. And I happen to like having my kneecaps intact.
So, a post about ninjas it is.
Truthfully, the story isn’t that interesting, which is probably why I put it off for so long. Basically, I had a wedding to go to this summer (I was a bridesmaid). Kristian somehow managed to screw up his time off paperwork and wasn’t sure if he would be able to go. I’m still not sure if that was accidental or just his way of saying “For the love of all that is holy, woman, please don’t drag me to any more weddings!”
At any rate, I was facing down the prospect of a ten hour bus ride and a weekend spent doing all that bridesmaid-y type stuff without my partner in crime (for those of you with short attention spans, that would be Kristian) along to help me. To say that I was a wee bit perturbed would be a bit of an understatement. I love my cousin, I was looking forward to standing up with her, but I was not looking forward to spending the weekend by myself. I would make a comment about having nobody to dance with at the wedding, but Kristian never dances with me at weddings anyways. So, I would simply have been denied the ability to bug him to dance with me.
One of my friends heard about my plight and decided that I needed a traveling companion. So… she crocheted me my very own ninja! Her boyfriend even made my ninja a little wooden guitar with a sword hidden in its neck (the sword comes out, which is very cool. I suppose that I could use it if I wanted to kill someone by a thousand tiny cuts). The guitar would have to stay home (it was a bit too fragile for a road trip), but Mr. Ninja was coming with me!
At the last moment, Kristian acquired permission to take the necessary days off and we were back to our original plan (driving up together, me bugging him to dance). But, we brought the ninja along with us. What can I say? It’s good to have backup.
I promised my friend that I would take pictures. So, Mr. Ninja was dutifully photographed.
“Hey, Baby. You lookin’ roooooouuuuund.”
“Hello, room service?”
“I think I’ll have the Moons Over my Hammy.”
“Oh, Heidi, why must you be such a whore?”
“Suddenly, I feel very small.”
“What an…. ass.”
That crazy ninja and his (her) shenanigans!