Renfair closing weekend
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texxgadgetAs things turned out, home was due to be blacked out first in the morning, then noon, then late afternoon,
then 6, 7 , 8 ,9 midnite and by the end of the week, we had escaped the power cut by 3 blocks.
I guess I sleep with my maglite for no reason (laughter)
At the end of next to closing weekend at faire, I borrowed a blood pressure cuff to see why Ive been getting so winded lately.
I helped change a tire and it nearly wiped me out. Particularly bending over would do me in.
I know Ive put on a bit of weight since mid summer.
Some of that is normal.
People are programmed to bulk up in late summer for the winter.
I was not prepared for a reading of 185/95. THAT is BAD! That borderline paramedic time.
Next to last week of Renfaire, the pranks really got going.
There was this persistent puddle in the road out in front of the washer womens well.
Between opening parade and Mayors parade an hour later, a “Warning Lake M monster” sign appeared,
followed by a pair of gloves reaching up out of the goo, the plume of a hat and a rubber tentacle.
Id give that one “prank of the season”
We were chanting “God save the Lord Mayor!”
I added in “God save the lake monster!”
On Saturday of that weekend, the Germans (Hessians) fell in behind closing parade.
“Good merchants rest your weary voices
Put your props Away,
Travelers make your final choices,
Comes now the end of the day,
As the day must die like a rose,
The faire must come to a close,
As the sun deserts the sky,
We wish you good people good bye”
The germans were chanting in heavy accent
“Geht ouwt! Geht ouwt!
Closing parade of Sunday of that weekend the Germans outdid themselves.
Shortly after we stepped off, they slipped into the ranks of the bell ringers and took their bells.
The bell ringers slipped through backstage areas and retook their bells on the other end of the serpentine.
The back and forth lasted the entire closing parade.
Originally, I was going to miss closing weekend, but the midnite Wouf Hong ceremony got cancelled at Pacificon, so at the last minute
I went to Renfaire after all.
This was going to be my first “Grand Ring Out”
Saturday morning, the Guardsmen were waiting for us when we passed the ale stand they hang out at.
Yes, they were waiting for us.
The descended upon us weaving through our ranks, each with a pink flamingo on their head. There was also a huge inflatable pink flamingo wading pool blocking the road.
On Sunday, we thought they were don’t with us. Nooooo…
On Sunday they had the song “Car Wash” blaring from a boom box and they were all armed with car washing towels wiping us all down.
The captain of the guard had a huge set of pimp glasses on and checked each one of us out as we passed.
“OK he clean, yah, he clean too….”
The running gag at Tea With The Queen was that she never got her cupcake, one of the yeomen always stole it.
Closing day, we put doggy ears, nose and a tail on one of the yeomen and sent him in right in the middle of tea.
You could just see the mental “face palm” on her face.
Closing parade aka Grand Ringout is always a circus.
Many were out of uniform.
The Gentlemen Adventurers were in street clothes carrying picket signs demanding to know the truth of the lake monster.
One group were in Mario Bros outfits complete with cardboard Mario Racing Carts.
FOF were tall green aliens carrying off humans.
I wore my Hawaiian print kilt.
All of us in Cuthberts wore banners “Willingtown United” and our banner poles had various wells related puns.
This was related to our war with the washer women.
I was aware that there was a skeleton in the bottom of their well and earlier in the day had demanded that their well be condemned, after all look what happened to the last one who drank from it.
This was after Saturday morning when a bunch of the yeomen and their friends showed up at Cuthberts all crying.
One of the yeomen was in a windows shawl.
When they left, there was a long 4in wide ribbon around our hose bib (our well) with the word caution mis spelled 4 ways, and the word beware also mis spelled several ways.
Out guild mistress won’t let me put a hundred pounds of yellow in the washer womens well.
All in all, it was a pretty good season.
This coming weekend is RenFaire tear down, but by the time we left Sunday, a lot of it was already gone.
I couldnt stay for the blowout party because I was riding with someone else.
The weekend after tear down, is Dickens Faire first workshop weekend and Grand Meeting.
Load in starts in 2 weeks.
then 6, 7 , 8 ,9 midnite and by the end of the week, we had escaped the power cut by 3 blocks.
I guess I sleep with my maglite for no reason (laughter)
At the end of next to closing weekend at faire, I borrowed a blood pressure cuff to see why Ive been getting so winded lately.
I helped change a tire and it nearly wiped me out. Particularly bending over would do me in.
I know Ive put on a bit of weight since mid summer.
Some of that is normal.
People are programmed to bulk up in late summer for the winter.
I was not prepared for a reading of 185/95. THAT is BAD! That borderline paramedic time.
Next to last week of Renfaire, the pranks really got going.
There was this persistent puddle in the road out in front of the washer womens well.
Between opening parade and Mayors parade an hour later, a “Warning Lake M monster” sign appeared,
followed by a pair of gloves reaching up out of the goo, the plume of a hat and a rubber tentacle.
Id give that one “prank of the season”
We were chanting “God save the Lord Mayor!”
I added in “God save the lake monster!”
On Saturday of that weekend, the Germans (Hessians) fell in behind closing parade.
“Good merchants rest your weary voices
Put your props Away,
Travelers make your final choices,
Comes now the end of the day,
As the day must die like a rose,
The faire must come to a close,
As the sun deserts the sky,
We wish you good people good bye”
The germans were chanting in heavy accent
“Geht ouwt! Geht ouwt!
Closing parade of Sunday of that weekend the Germans outdid themselves.
Shortly after we stepped off, they slipped into the ranks of the bell ringers and took their bells.
The bell ringers slipped through backstage areas and retook their bells on the other end of the serpentine.
The back and forth lasted the entire closing parade.
Originally, I was going to miss closing weekend, but the midnite Wouf Hong ceremony got cancelled at Pacificon, so at the last minute
I went to Renfaire after all.
This was going to be my first “Grand Ring Out”
Saturday morning, the Guardsmen were waiting for us when we passed the ale stand they hang out at.
Yes, they were waiting for us.
The descended upon us weaving through our ranks, each with a pink flamingo on their head. There was also a huge inflatable pink flamingo wading pool blocking the road.
On Sunday, we thought they were don’t with us. Nooooo…
On Sunday they had the song “Car Wash” blaring from a boom box and they were all armed with car washing towels wiping us all down.
The captain of the guard had a huge set of pimp glasses on and checked each one of us out as we passed.
“OK he clean, yah, he clean too….”
The running gag at Tea With The Queen was that she never got her cupcake, one of the yeomen always stole it.
Closing day, we put doggy ears, nose and a tail on one of the yeomen and sent him in right in the middle of tea.
You could just see the mental “face palm” on her face.
Closing parade aka Grand Ringout is always a circus.
Many were out of uniform.
The Gentlemen Adventurers were in street clothes carrying picket signs demanding to know the truth of the lake monster.
One group were in Mario Bros outfits complete with cardboard Mario Racing Carts.
FOF were tall green aliens carrying off humans.
I wore my Hawaiian print kilt.
All of us in Cuthberts wore banners “Willingtown United” and our banner poles had various wells related puns.
This was related to our war with the washer women.
I was aware that there was a skeleton in the bottom of their well and earlier in the day had demanded that their well be condemned, after all look what happened to the last one who drank from it.
This was after Saturday morning when a bunch of the yeomen and their friends showed up at Cuthberts all crying.
One of the yeomen was in a windows shawl.
When they left, there was a long 4in wide ribbon around our hose bib (our well) with the word caution mis spelled 4 ways, and the word beware also mis spelled several ways.
Out guild mistress won’t let me put a hundred pounds of yellow in the washer womens well.
All in all, it was a pretty good season.
This coming weekend is RenFaire tear down, but by the time we left Sunday, a lot of it was already gone.
I couldnt stay for the blowout party because I was riding with someone else.
The weekend after tear down, is Dickens Faire first workshop weekend and Grand Meeting.
Load in starts in 2 weeks.
