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The Ren Faire was awesome. And not just because of the shopping and the 3 Pints Gone. (Although they did help. A lot.)
It was really, really hot out there. Wearing long pants, dark colors and black leather boots probably wasn't the best idea, but the people in costume had it worse, so I've no right to complain. (Seriously, all those layers of skirts and doublets and other funky period clothing looked painfully hot.) Next year I may or may not be allowed to complain, depending on how hot and heavy the costume I'll be wearing is. (Which, if I stick to my current plan of cosplaying as Sailorpluto, probably won't be very heavy at all.)
In other news, the dancing made me dizzy. Ah, the... Caraboushka? (How do you spell the damned thing anyway?) It's a war between the musicians and the dancers, each verse going faster than the one before unto either the musicians can't play anymore or until the dancers pass out. If you can survive the full run of the dance without passing out or dropping out, you can survive anything. Scotland the Brave wasn't nearly as strenuous. Or spinny.
So, if any of you readers who happen to be near St. Louis this time next year, the Greater St. Louis Renaissance Faire be open for 4 weekend plus Memorial Day. Come dance with fairies, sing along with Scotsmen, and drink with pirates! Come in costume. Come in cosplay. Come dress as a completely normal person while claiming to be a ninja on vacation!
...I went a bit far with the advertisment-thing, didn't I? ._.;;
It was really, really hot out there. Wearing long pants, dark colors and black leather boots probably wasn't the best idea, but the people in costume had it worse, so I've no right to complain. (Seriously, all those layers of skirts and doublets and other funky period clothing looked painfully hot.) Next year I may or may not be allowed to complain, depending on how hot and heavy the costume I'll be wearing is. (Which, if I stick to my current plan of cosplaying as Sailorpluto, probably won't be very heavy at all.)
In other news, the dancing made me dizzy. Ah, the... Caraboushka? (How do you spell the damned thing anyway?) It's a war between the musicians and the dancers, each verse going faster than the one before unto either the musicians can't play anymore or until the dancers pass out. If you can survive the full run of the dance without passing out or dropping out, you can survive anything. Scotland the Brave wasn't nearly as strenuous. Or spinny.
So, if any of you readers who happen to be near St. Louis this time next year, the Greater St. Louis Renaissance Faire be open for 4 weekend plus Memorial Day. Come dance with fairies, sing along with Scotsmen, and drink with pirates! Come in costume. Come in cosplay. Come dress as a completely normal person while claiming to be a ninja on vacation!
...I went a bit far with the advertisment-thing, didn't I? ._.;;