By request: the cop at Jefferson Pointe.
I'm there in my fuzzy black pants, and my fluffy black lace-up shirt (I love the quasi-goth that's in this winter; now if I were just better built to wear it) and my cloak with the hood up, and we're walking along in Jefferson Pointe, me and my Angel, and we see this cop. And he gets this sort of concerned look on his face, and then I smile, and he grins, and when we're level with each other, I say "Evening", and he says "You're certainly stylish," and we both chuckled, and he sort of waved and went on his way. And that's the story.
Not all that exciting, but it was really kind of cute.
- There was a little girl in Paris when Ko and I were there, walking around, and she turned around as we passed, and I hear this piping voice whispering "C'est la p'tit chaperon rouge...vert..." [ translated, roughly: It's little Red Riding Hood...Green. ] We laughed so hard.
- And the little boy who passed me on the street in Strasbourg, and said in a softly awed voice, "Bonjour, m'sieur Obi-Wan Kenobi..." [ If you missed that, it's Hello, mister Obi-Wan Kenobi.... ] I heard a lot of that. "Jedi" was the most common allegation levelled at me.
Brief debate over which LotR characters we'd most like to tumble. Me, I can't decide between Legolas and Arwen. Probably Legolas, as long as he had the wig on. I can't believe his actor has a mohawk. *sobs*