Every year, I say THIS is the year

[afoundobject]

dashrippington has been posting a lot of his memories from the Maryland Renaissance Festival.  He's been there 17 years.

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[wasabi_poptart]

I worked at the RennFest one year, painting faces. I thought it would be fun but it was UNBELIEVABLY ANNOYING ... it left me with an intense dislike of anything having to do with jousting or tartans. Seriously, I grew so sick of double entendres it was several years before I could stand to watch Three's Company again.

[afoundobject]

You crack me up...

Three's Company... you! What a funny gal!

No, the double entendres are annoying and I certainly wouldn't want to work a booth at fest (it must be MUCH harder to deal with jerks who are buying stuff than drunk/fantasy starved/bizarre patrons looking for fun). I just miss acting there, especially Shakespeare. It was just too much fun.

[wasabi_poptart]

Everyone who was in character (as opposed to working a booth) always seemed to be having such a good time. But the self-conscious flirty-hypersexuality boobs-in-the-face manic forced conviviality of the people in and around my booth really worked my last nerve.

I did enjoy doing the actually face painting, though. I got really good at dragons.

[afoundobject]

WHA? You can face paint dragons! Don't they squirm and try to eat you a lot?

I knew I loved you for a reason...

[wasabi_poptart]

nope, they're very sweet. they blast the blackheads right out of the pores in your nose!

[wasabi_poptart]

There was an AWFUL girl who worked in the booth with me, I think she was going to MICA or something; everything I painted, she made a point of painting, better. My style was completely different than hers, of course, and I didn't think she was better, just different (like I would do a vine of roses down the side of the face and she would do just do one large, intricate rose on the cheek)--oh, she made it miserable.

[wasabi_poptart]

and the other face painter was this HORRIBLE guy who thought he was God's Gift to Womankind, who was in fact everything that's bad about Glen Burnie.

eeeeeesh.

[afoundobject]

when was this?

B/C I knew a guy who fit that description a few years back AND worked as a facepainter.

[wasabi_poptart]

2000

[afoundobject]

oh god

lemme guess

Brad?

[wasabi_poptart]

no, Pat

[afoundobject]

hmm ok. Different guys then.

Mine wasn't that bad, but I was taking a wild guess.

Next time I see this Pat, I shall kick him in the shins.

[wasabi_poptart]

it was all I could do not to scream

"DUDE! MULLETS ARE NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE!"

[sihaya09]

Oh, Glen Burnie. The armpit of Maryland.

[afoundobject]

Glentuckey.

Home of class.

Actually, I've had some alright family from Burnie... but it still makes it fun to make fun of it.

[sihaya09]

I've mostly heard Passatuckey-- a Pasadena/Kentucky fusion.

And my parents moved to Brooklyn Park-- a stone's throw from Glen Burnie. And it's fitting. My mother, bless her heart, is rockin' a fem-mullet.