RenFaire Weekend 7 – Final Weekend Part 2 of 2

At the end of the end….the day was hectic starting out, due to ants of course.

Most of us got off to the All Cast meeting, which went long but cool things were done toward the end for the 50^th celebration next year.

Family came for the final day and it turns out our numbers were pretty high.  The weather was good, people were happy and I was thinking “has it really been seven weekends already?”

I was really tired from a bad night’s sleep which included taking Nyquil too late in the evening – I wasn’t quite right all day.

The Puritans were wearing excuses on their backs as to why they weren’t Raptured – funny.  When the whore-house left for Grand Ring Out it was remarked “THEM but not US??”  So they milked that for all they could – go them.

At Grand Ring Out we did Cirque de Cloche (sp?) and went as a side show: The Bearded whore, the Contortionist whore, the Tattooed whore and don’t forget the Conjoined Twin whores (THAT costs extra!)  It was a good time, lots of fun and I didn’t see any nudity…there were tons of notes about NO NUDITY.  I guess we listen….sometimes.

We ended the day with household awards and clean up for next weekend’s tear down.  I didn’t get into bed until 1:45, and not to sleep until after 2.  Good thing I LOVE the Faire.

RenFaire Weekend 7 – Final Weekend Part 1 of 2

Well, since this Saturday was the Rapture there was quite a bit of talk from those in the town.  Figured that with the exception of the children we’d all still be behind and having a wonderful time come six of the clock. ;-)  But I digress…

I took off work a bit early and though I didn’t carpool I was down there the earliest I have been since the start of the season, 8:30PM.  The front gate was locked and so I had to walk the LONG way…which wasn’t all that long since I had a rolling cart and help; but sucked for those who had to hand carry in a bunch of stuff.  However, I was so early I was able to enjoy sitting down and chatting with people before I went to bed.  Which was nice because I like my Guildies, they’re good folks and good company.

I found out that our tavern owner’s daughter would be Queen on Saturday – which is fun, to see someone else give that part a whirl.

Misty showed up with several “Raptor” signs, my favorite “BEHOLD” with a raptor with a halo.  She’s very creative.

At six of the clock there was the countdown to the Rapture, where we wished everyone a Happy Rapture and there were kisses all around.

I participated in the “bringing home the bacon” gig, of course as my whore-ish self.  There’s been an on-going gig, based on an actual tradition, where newly married couples have to vouch that for the last year they’ve not had one harsh word between them – the winners got a flitch of bacon (yeah, that’s a whole bunch of meat.)  Well, I was asked to come forward, for comedy’s sake, of course and I decided to bring a few Yeomen as my husbands…I mean, if none of us has had a harsh word we could win more than once, right?  In fact, I ended up with more once I walked up there, I think the final count was five (I got weekends off).

Well, right before us a man was mobbed by his many wives, who apparently didn’t know about one another.  Our group was more congenial, but Queenie dismissed us, but with charm, grace and a smile.  It was great!

Lacey and I were walking around looking for the final gift for her RUB, we missed a fist fight, some people’s children, honestly, too much drink and too stupid people, but I’m sure in the end they got what they had coming to them.

It was Guild awards that night along with Guild Cup, a lovely tradition where we drink to the Guild, the Year, our loved ones past and present.  I managed to win a Guild Award, a medallion – I was broken hearted two years ago when I lost my award, which was in pin form – it opened and fell off – this one I’m not so worried that will happen.

At the end of the day, we managed to leave all the snacks out, all the juice out, all the everything out and all the dishes unwashed – Sunday started out not as fun as it started with ants.

Ravelry, You Are Full Of Win

I spent some time combing through the free crochet patterns on Ravelry and came away with some great patterns and great ideas.

While I’ve been crocheting for the better part of 25 years, I’m not the type to create something from nothing, but I can follow a pattern and can adjust a pattern or several to come up with something new.  Case in point, I couldn’t find a mermaid pattern I made one by combining the pattern for a doll and a butterfly – voila, I know you can see it too.

Well, I was just perusing their patterns when I found the “menstrual cup cozy” which looks like a purse to me!  I’m a fan of drawstring hand-bags (don’t ask why) but this is a lovely one that looks like a uterus with fallopian tube drawstrings.

As soon as I make one I’ll post a picture and the link…until then though...I’ll just leave  you with this teaser…crochet tampon key-chains.

RenFaire Weekend 6

Had a really good weekend, I managed to convince WoodTurnerD that we should carpool so I didn’t have to drive alone, I could text all the way down AND I could nap on the way home.

I was told that I was missed, and I must admit, I enjoy that - sometimes I wonder if people notice my presence or not (I know I'm hugged and love dwhile I'm there, but do I cross the minds of folks when I'm gone); but I was missed...especially when it was time to unbutton the house in the morning.

My favorite part of the weekend was when Biggins got really drunk and wandered around partially clad from the Bell.  First no pants…then pants but hardly a shirt and then finally shirt with pants, but his shoes on the wrong feet passed out in front of the porch, only coming-to when it was his turn to join in, in song.

FIRST: I wish I didn’t have to say this, but of course I do…the ever-crafty M. Dumphy that portrays Biggins (as well as Brown and the Vicar) was not drinking…in fact, to quote a number of acting types I know, “You can’t be drunk and play drunk…not successfully.”

Second: I’m not sure what was better, watching his mind at work getting ready for his big entrance(s) or watching the people as they realized he was out and about in his drunken state.

Found that too much drinking led to too much talking on my part; in vino veritas, which apparently applies to more than just vino.  Luckily I run off at the mouth anyway – so it’s not much different than any other day.

Yeah, Well...F U in the A....

Funniest personal story of the night...

At the Black Market I was shopping for corsets when ScaryGirl said “OMG Creepy, do you see who’s standing right across the way from us?” 

I look  up and say “Tappy from the Poxy Boggards?”

I hear a giggling next to me, “That’s my husband.”

ScaryGirl, “No, that’s Butch Patrick…you know, Eddie Munster.”

Me, “Oh, I can’t see through the crowd…besides, I’m in a Faire frame of mind.”

Post Bat’s Day Black Market

There was a mad dash to clean up once the sales floor was closed.  WoodTurnerD decided to stay the night since we had a spare bed and there was a definite lack of sleep on his part.  We carted everything upstairs and then headed down for a meal.

The hotel restaurant was closed.  <insert sad trombone music here>  The bar, however, had 17 seconds left on the clock for taking orders.  We ordered, we waited, we carried our food upstairs.  My feet hurt so badly, I figured I’d be crippled in the morning, walking around on my misshapen hooves.

While we waited for our food, sadly slumped over the bar as we were tired, up comes the artist who was bartered with a hat.  She said she couldn’t stop touching it, the grain of the wood appealed to her.  I hope that means good things in the future for WoodTurnerD’s business.

We managed to drag CousinH away from her conversation to cart our food upstairs, get undressed, eat a meal and have a shower.  I haven’t slept so hard in a very long time!

Bat’s Day Black Market

So it was an early rise after a week of late nights to get to the hotel on time.  The night before, CousinH had staged everything for carting to the car, we had our clothes, our food and hit the road.  WoodTurnerD took a separate car as he was coming back that evening with his goods as well as “getting coffee” with someone from Faire before the vending began.

CousinH and I ran through the store in Lancaster picking up a few last minute things and headed to the hotel.  The drive was uneventful, which was great since every time I have her in the car I manage to see (and avert) some horrible accident.

We got to the hotel and our room was ready, so we checked in, yes I got a room, I figured I might want a drink after the vending and didn’t want to be on the hook to drive anywhere.  We started unpacking and waiting....and waiting.  Apparently coffee took longer than anticipated, though WoodTurnerD left earlier than we did he arrived later.

There was enough time to set up the floor, take a quick shower, get dressed and get down there, just slightly not on time.  Look, I’m a girl, it takes a bit longer for me and it was under an hour for all of that.

The table looked good, but was in a precarious predicament – though we paid for our space there was little to no easement with the person next to us and behind us…while I don’t mind sharing, some of the display was less than stable, so that changed over time.  Also changing over time, was the décor that was to set off the merchandise, apparently in the 20 mins at the start 4 people asked about hats and 11 asked about a cheap pair of goggles that was there for Steampunk inspiration.

There was very little room behind the table so we each took turns walking around while leaving someone to man the fort.  Since I wasn’t one of the artists I ended up taking the first walking shift which was to fetch lunch (Mexican) and drinks, later I made a quick coffee run – what can I say, us talentless hacks have to carry our weight in some way.

Many friends came by to visit the table, it was like we imported Faire right to us.  I was thinking, “I’m sad, because I’m missing Faire today,” then all of a sudden there was Misty, the Fish Family and even some Boggards (who apparently must keep a yard’s distance between each other at all times.)

By the end of the evening I had bought a brand new outfit and an under-bust corset for CousinH.  Trades were being made jewelry for dreadfalls and a hat for some artwork.  No hats were sold, a few pieces of jewelry was, but a metric ass-ton of cards were distributed – I can only hope this means WoodTurnerD’s business will pick up.

CreepyKid was playing WoW…she says “ewww” and turns to me.  Mother, I just got this joke, I saved a girl from a watery death…and as she was hungry I brought her food.  She asked for crabs (which are abundant on the shoreline)…she said “in my time of great need you gave me a case of crabs” and the quest reward was a “fine comb.”

I giggled…she rolled her eyes.  Look, my fine parenting skills have allowed her to understand this humor.  I win!

RenFaire Weekend 4

I was able to carpool this weekend, which means I was able to sleep and text and otherwise do things I couldn’t do while driving.  WoodTurnerD drove…and complained I wasn’t talking about anything…sorry…I thought we could carpool to save money and so I could snooze without fear of the inevitable crash into a railing.  We ended up having to double back to the house to grab my garland…look, I couldn’t be the beautiful whore-of-the-May without my clam festooned garland, could I? No…“no” is the right answer to that question.

The evening ended with a tasty beverage (no tasty burger with that) and then off to bed.  I remembered to bring AND take my meds, so that’s a good thing.  I was still up late, but what are you going to do, I’m old and rising slowly…or perhaps draping myself with rabbit pelts is too decadent for me to resist and must stay in cot longer.

The morning began well…things were cleaned, the house was set and I put on my clothes.  I was gifted a knit hat with a cock-rocket on it…so that was awesome.  I managed to get to morning meeting, but I got dressed there and greeted people with my nipple hanging out of my bra…hey, look people, it’s a nipple…you’ve seen it…I’ve seen it…it looks funky when squishing out the top of my bra, but so what, you’re not going to be scarred for life, I promise.

I managed to get to a feeling good place and enjoy my day.  I got my rub gift delivered and got a lovely gift myself, first thing in the morning, so I was able to enjoy it all weekend.  The weekend’s weather was beautiful, for the guests anyway, I managed to look baked-on and cracking, but what can you do…nuthin’ that’s what.

I did put a sausage in my mouth…for comedy!  I didn’t eat it, that would’ve been gross. ;-)

Cookie was out and ended up covered in peanut sauce and “caught on fire,” which was great because the bucket full of water gave her a rinse out from the sauce.  When I asked why she was splooshed with sauce I was told, “oh, it was like your mayonnaise show.”  Which means, someone loosened the lid to the sauce and a good shake ended up with sauce all over, I want to know how come I own the mayonnaise show…but I figure it’s something I can trademark for later. ;-)  I noticed, after that, one of the coolers got caught in the crossfire, too funny.

I managed to share with several of the higher up managerial types that I currently have pink pubes.  Well…I had to explain my “trailer twat” comment, didn’t I?  Yes, my parents are so proud.

CreepyKid managed to get a drunk guy in her face, but then was rescued by her Well family – I can only imagine her 15 years from now saving little Violet Appleyard from a similar fate.

Sunday was a much quieter day…I ended up holding down the porch and just relegated myself to being a lump.  I didn’t bring home dishes or linens as I won’t be at Faire next weekend so the trip to the car was a whole lot less daunting.  I’m sure all will go well next weekend – I’m going to miss it, but I AM going to have spooky-spooky fun at Bat’s Day!

Why I Love My Life

I was told the following movie quote reminded someone of me:

     Col Mustard: “How many husbands have you had?”

     Mrs White: “Mine or other women’s?”

I have a friend that was told “it puts the lotion on its skin…” reminded someone of her.

My quote is better…or at least less chilling…