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uberreinigerToday was the big day, the day of our trip to the grand HUZZAh! Known as the KC Ren Fest. This might be the last year for it so the object was maximum enjoyment. It was me, Adam & Amy, Meghan the Elf Girl, and about ten other people I know but have never had cause to mention on here and am not going to bother explaining now. However, we did have a good time. Details begin now.
I thought the day was getting off to a bad start early this morning. You see, I like to go in full period costume to these things and I couldn't find my doublet. (FYI a doublet is a men's coat from the rennaisance era.) This freaked me out considerably and I quite literally tore the house apart looking for it. This was made worse by the fact that the last time I could remember seeing or wearing it was at Gen Con. So, feeling sullen and incomplete in appearance, I arrived at A&A's. My spirits were bouyed greatly when it turned out Meghan would be riding with me... and then remembering that I had left the doublet in the Harrises' car after GenCon and just never gotten it back from them. But... man, I just gotta face facts and the fact is Meghan has zero interest in me. Zilch. Nada. I keep trying, but there's less chemistry then an Amish science class.
The sights, sounds and smells of a Ren Fest are just too much to describe. You have to live it. I will say, however, that rarely do I feel more confident, self-assured or comfortable in my skin then when I'm wearing full period garb and this sensation is multiplied tenfold when around a few hundred other people dressed the same way. Even though I knew I didn't need it, I purchased a new one-of-a-kind doublet to wear and some nice drawstring pants which I've been wanting for ages. (I just got a bonus from work so I could afford it all.) I then lucked out further by hitting the stall of one of my fave artists, NeNe Thomas and discovering she was having a sale on some of her smaller prints. Since I'm decorating a room themed in her work I took prompt advantage. Made her husband's day when I told him I'm decorating a room in this manner. I've only had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Thomas once, but I've talked to Steve many times and he is a great, great guy. So if you come to my house and wonder where I've gotten all the prints of gorgeous babes with swords and dragons, now you know. Moving on.
Trying to keep thirteen people and a dog together is near-impossible. Our seperation was inevitable. Since I was prepared for this beforehand it didn't bother me. My only real concerns were Meghan and Rachel since I was their ride home. Was pleased that for once I was not the first to fall. I have the same tendency as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anirishspitfire to wander off and do my own thing for hours on end, but for once my inevitable departure come well after we had lost nearly half of the group. Guess I'm becoming more sociable, heh heh. Since we had a performance we'd all planned to meet at later, I merely decided to relax, grab a turkey leg and go to work enjoying myself.
If you have never eaten a fire-roasted turkey leg, try it some time. It's meat the way meat should be. I've found it is impossible to eat one and resist the temptation to gesture emphatically with it. Especially while in costume. Fortunately, all urges to burst into a round of "I Am Henry The Eighth I Am" were safely repressed by yours truly.
However, my plan to enjoy myself was interrupted by the lone figure of Adam who had somehow also lost the entire group, including his wife and the aforementioned dog. The following hour can best be described in six words: trapse, trapse, trapse, search, search, search. With yours truly furtively ducking into shops to peruse the wares and bosoms while Adam stopped and scouted. When we finally found Amy and the gang it turned out they had not heard Adam announce he would be right back and to them he had just vanished. Problem solved and crisis averted, we sat down to enjoy some shows. Here is a sentence I am sure none of you have ever seen constructed in the English languaged or ever will again:
That kid with the mohawk sure could play those bagpipes.
Then it was on to a choreographed steel show and to cap the whole day off, bellydancing. The bellydancers can be surmised in three words: Ooh La La.
At the end the dancers offered to give a basic lesson to any ladies who would be interested in learning. At this point, this woman whom none of us had ever met before leaned over to Meghan, who was sitting between me and Adam, and began urging her to go down because "your men will love it!" Suffice to say, Meghan was utterly flaberghasted and the whole surreality of the situation was quite funny. We saw this bizarre woman again as we were leaving the fair later on and Meghan was strategically using me to block the woman's view of her. It was funny. I offered to carry her inside my doublet because it was big enough for two people (it really is,) and she got a laugh out of that. I'd love to say "there's hope for me yet!" but other than the laughter at comments such as that, (which is not unique because I'm good at making people laugh,) I get about as many sparks off of her as I would striking flint against a wet sponge.
The day ended well, however, and it was time well spent. We then retired to A&A's place and made our stomachs be filled with taco meat and salsa. Since I was virtually the only person not from out of town and therefore, not staying at A&A's I retired early and came back here to tell you all these details of which you may or may not care at your leisure.
One drawback to the KC Ren Fest: its grounds are nestled snuggly between an outdoor concert ampitheatre dubbed, in a charming example of corporate soulcrushing, Verizon Wireless Ampitheatre, and a Nascar track. Guess which two places were having events today. Getting into the Fair (Nascar,) and getting out at night (concert,) were situations one could liken to the state of an old man's bowels: moving very slowly, if ever at all, with the occasional sudden burst of blinding speed just to keep things interesting.
Another thing you must try if you've never done it: driving down the highway, making fun of Nascar fans with race car numbers emblazone all over their cars while you yourself are wearing a sixteenth century provincial nobleman's outfit. Hypocrisy is splendid and positive when you know you are doing it and are doing it in good fun.
And that was my day. Thank you for your patience. Now leave a damn comment so I know you care :)
I thought the day was getting off to a bad start early this morning. You see, I like to go in full period costume to these things and I couldn't find my doublet. (FYI a doublet is a men's coat from the rennaisance era.) This freaked me out considerably and I quite literally tore the house apart looking for it. This was made worse by the fact that the last time I could remember seeing or wearing it was at Gen Con. So, feeling sullen and incomplete in appearance, I arrived at A&A's. My spirits were bouyed greatly when it turned out Meghan would be riding with me... and then remembering that I had left the doublet in the Harrises' car after GenCon and just never gotten it back from them. But... man, I just gotta face facts and the fact is Meghan has zero interest in me. Zilch. Nada. I keep trying, but there's less chemistry then an Amish science class.
The sights, sounds and smells of a Ren Fest are just too much to describe. You have to live it. I will say, however, that rarely do I feel more confident, self-assured or comfortable in my skin then when I'm wearing full period garb and this sensation is multiplied tenfold when around a few hundred other people dressed the same way. Even though I knew I didn't need it, I purchased a new one-of-a-kind doublet to wear and some nice drawstring pants which I've been wanting for ages. (I just got a bonus from work so I could afford it all.) I then lucked out further by hitting the stall of one of my fave artists, NeNe Thomas and discovering she was having a sale on some of her smaller prints. Since I'm decorating a room themed in her work I took prompt advantage. Made her husband's day when I told him I'm decorating a room in this manner. I've only had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Thomas once, but I've talked to Steve many times and he is a great, great guy. So if you come to my house and wonder where I've gotten all the prints of gorgeous babes with swords and dragons, now you know. Moving on.
Trying to keep thirteen people and a dog together is near-impossible. Our seperation was inevitable. Since I was prepared for this beforehand it didn't bother me. My only real concerns were Meghan and Rachel since I was their ride home. Was pleased that for once I was not the first to fall. I have the same tendency as
anirishspitfire to wander off and do my own thing for hours on end, but for once my inevitable departure come well after we had lost nearly half of the group. Guess I'm becoming more sociable, heh heh. Since we had a performance we'd all planned to meet at later, I merely decided to relax, grab a turkey leg and go to work enjoying myself.If you have never eaten a fire-roasted turkey leg, try it some time. It's meat the way meat should be. I've found it is impossible to eat one and resist the temptation to gesture emphatically with it. Especially while in costume. Fortunately, all urges to burst into a round of "I Am Henry The Eighth I Am" were safely repressed by yours truly.
However, my plan to enjoy myself was interrupted by the lone figure of Adam who had somehow also lost the entire group, including his wife and the aforementioned dog. The following hour can best be described in six words: trapse, trapse, trapse, search, search, search. With yours truly furtively ducking into shops to peruse the wares and bosoms while Adam stopped and scouted. When we finally found Amy and the gang it turned out they had not heard Adam announce he would be right back and to them he had just vanished. Problem solved and crisis averted, we sat down to enjoy some shows. Here is a sentence I am sure none of you have ever seen constructed in the English languaged or ever will again:
That kid with the mohawk sure could play those bagpipes.
Then it was on to a choreographed steel show and to cap the whole day off, bellydancing. The bellydancers can be surmised in three words: Ooh La La.
At the end the dancers offered to give a basic lesson to any ladies who would be interested in learning. At this point, this woman whom none of us had ever met before leaned over to Meghan, who was sitting between me and Adam, and began urging her to go down because "your men will love it!" Suffice to say, Meghan was utterly flaberghasted and the whole surreality of the situation was quite funny. We saw this bizarre woman again as we were leaving the fair later on and Meghan was strategically using me to block the woman's view of her. It was funny. I offered to carry her inside my doublet because it was big enough for two people (it really is,) and she got a laugh out of that. I'd love to say "there's hope for me yet!" but other than the laughter at comments such as that, (which is not unique because I'm good at making people laugh,) I get about as many sparks off of her as I would striking flint against a wet sponge.
The day ended well, however, and it was time well spent. We then retired to A&A's place and made our stomachs be filled with taco meat and salsa. Since I was virtually the only person not from out of town and therefore, not staying at A&A's I retired early and came back here to tell you all these details of which you may or may not care at your leisure.
One drawback to the KC Ren Fest: its grounds are nestled snuggly between an outdoor concert ampitheatre dubbed, in a charming example of corporate soulcrushing, Verizon Wireless Ampitheatre, and a Nascar track. Guess which two places were having events today. Getting into the Fair (Nascar,) and getting out at night (concert,) were situations one could liken to the state of an old man's bowels: moving very slowly, if ever at all, with the occasional sudden burst of blinding speed just to keep things interesting.
Another thing you must try if you've never done it: driving down the highway, making fun of Nascar fans with race car numbers emblazone all over their cars while you yourself are wearing a sixteenth century provincial nobleman's outfit. Hypocrisy is splendid and positive when you know you are doing it and are doing it in good fun.
And that was my day. Thank you for your patience. Now leave a damn comment so I know you care :)
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Date: 2003-10-04 09:38 pm (UTC)Oh yeah, and you'll also be off my Friends List \m/\m/
Just outta curiosity, do you have any pictures of that cute dress of yours, so that I can LAUGH AT YOU!!
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Date: 2003-10-04 10:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-10-04 10:19 pm (UTC)