Faire. Happy and sad.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Well, I went to the ren faire, and I had fun.

And this is a rather unusual thing. I normally head up a group that is... Not fun for me. It would be, if I could count on people. But I had some real flakes, and it was getting to the point where I was not able to go see anything at faire, because I had to sit and man a booth for the whole of faire. It's one thing when you are doing this by choice, but when you end up stuck with it, it sort of loses appeal.

So, this year, I begged for a year off from the powers that be, and they scared up some people to help in the booth. I still set up the booth... Well, actually, my setting up and tearing down consists more of finding the warm bodies, and ladders, but you get the idea. I had plenty of help with that, and the booth was headed up by two people who nearly begged me to work in there again!

I was pleased, to say the least.

I wandered around, bought some little things, spent some time with Dad, (he enjoys faire, as well, and is one of the aforementioned "warm bodies".) I even purchased a big, black ostrich feather for the hat I have to wear all the time. I figure, hey, if I have to wear the silly thing, might as well have some fun, yes?

One "walking" thing. I tried to use a pedometer at faire. Um. Well, by the state of my feet, I know I did walking. Lots of it. However, the outfit I wore, didn't allow me to wear it on my hip, but much closer to my waist. I didn't know if this would work. It didn't. After a whole day of walking, it said I had taken around a thousand steps. Um. Noooo... You walk EVERYWHERE! The bathrooms were even about 30 yards or so from my camp. So, I shrug for amount, but I am guessing I have my 4 miles in, at any rate!

I was enjoying faire, but one of my friends didn't show. I knew he wasn't doing well, and my suspicions were raised when his son didn't show up, either. By the end of faire, I had just helped get the booth torn down and organized, when the boss of faire showed up. My friend had died, she told me. I say MY friend, rather selfishly. He was a good friend to most everyone at faire. His faire name was Gaffer Applewright, and his claim to fame was how to properly cut an apple. I hope this works, this is a video from YouTube showing his act.

He was always encouraging all of us to learn our history, and to have fun. He gave me a big set of history books, and tried to get my husband interested in the Master and Commander series of books. Husband didn't take, but I enjoyed several of them. There was a wake at the pub on site. Several people were surprised when I showed up, as I don't drink. I took a beer, told the sky, "Gaffer, this is for you", and took a big drink. Then handed the rest to Dad. Several people joined in. The wake was in full swing by the time I arrived, and there was singing, conversation of what Gaffer had done for all of us, collectively and singly, tears, hugs, and the feeling that we'd all lost a great friend.

I am hoping to learn the "apple trick". I feel that it was Gaffer's gift to faire, and I hope for it not to be lost with the passage of time. So, I enjoyed faire, had a good time, had a sad time, and am now working on "whatcha gonna do next year?"

And, I managed NOT to pack enough 'stuff' with me in my trailer, so I have it cleaned up, and ready for a short camping trip next week!

(I will see if I can get some pictures up, I still haven't gone through them yet...)
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    Sounds like you had a reat time!
    I'm sad to hear about your friens passing. It sounds like he was very loved and will be sadly missed.
    2408 days ago
    It sounds like great fun, but alot of work. I love going, but I can't imagine working there!
    2408 days ago
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