NYRF 2010 - All's Faire
So the Ren Faire season is in full swing again. Steve's been tied up with rehearsals, creating the program (which looks gorgeous, if I do say so myself), setting up camp, and a myriad of other faire related doings. Me? I've been giddy, helping with camp, and trying to help clean up the back cart area that is the fabulous second location of Moondancer (which was actually the original site) when I can. Every year it feels like we have all this time to prep, but when it comes down to it, there's just SO much stuff that has to get done, it's mind-boggling. Even just my personal stuff is probably going to wait until last minute, mostly because BB&B has me so wiped out half the time that the idea of going through garb boxes and putting together outfits makes me want to curl up on the couch and go all catatonic-y, which is what usually happens anyway.
But, all that said, I'm ridiculously excited for this season. Why? Well, it'll be the first season, since my very first season six years ago, that I'll be going into it with a happy, healthy frame of mind. Faire has always been escape for me. In the past it was an escape from a not-so-great home environment with my father, and in more recent years, an escape from a horribly damaging relationship with my ex. I used to vault out of bed in the mornings and make ready to leave, hoping that my ex would remain asleep so I could steal out the door without one of our infamous arguments dampening my morning. If I was unlucky and he did wake up (which was more often than not), I found it hard to not be bitter, cynical, depressed and downright bitchy during the faire day. My time was spent less selling/playing and more secluding myself in the private area we created behind Scary (our storage shed - thusly named because it holds so much crap that it's scary; seriously, I think I might find Narnia in there one day), chain-smoking and barely leaving the comfort of my camp chair. Looking back, it's pitiful and disappointing that I let someone take such a hold over my life that I couldn't even fully enjoy myself at the one place that had always been my haven.
This year I'm expecting things to be quite different. Not only am I ridiculously in love, but the person I'm ridiculously in love with works at the faire. How about that? That's a first for me. I've always heard it said that Rennies shouldn't date outside their own, and part of me used to boggle over how insular that sounded, while the other part of me saw the grains of truth in it. Nowadays I'm beginning to understand that statment much better. So far, I've been pleasantly surprised at how wonderful it is to share my excitement about the upcoming season with the person I love. This time around, I'm not prepping for it alone. I have a partner, and it's awesome.
So here's to NYRF 's 2010 Season! May reality drift away and fantasy rule! Huzzah!
But, all that said, I'm ridiculously excited for this season. Why? Well, it'll be the first season, since my very first season six years ago, that I'll be going into it with a happy, healthy frame of mind. Faire has always been escape for me. In the past it was an escape from a not-so-great home environment with my father, and in more recent years, an escape from a horribly damaging relationship with my ex. I used to vault out of bed in the mornings and make ready to leave, hoping that my ex would remain asleep so I could steal out the door without one of our infamous arguments dampening my morning. If I was unlucky and he did wake up (which was more often than not), I found it hard to not be bitter, cynical, depressed and downright bitchy during the faire day. My time was spent less selling/playing and more secluding myself in the private area we created behind Scary (our storage shed - thusly named because it holds so much crap that it's scary; seriously, I think I might find Narnia in there one day), chain-smoking and barely leaving the comfort of my camp chair. Looking back, it's pitiful and disappointing that I let someone take such a hold over my life that I couldn't even fully enjoy myself at the one place that had always been my haven.
This year I'm expecting things to be quite different. Not only am I ridiculously in love, but the person I'm ridiculously in love with works at the faire. How about that? That's a first for me. I've always heard it said that Rennies shouldn't date outside their own, and part of me used to boggle over how insular that sounded, while the other part of me saw the grains of truth in it. Nowadays I'm beginning to understand that statment much better. So far, I've been pleasantly surprised at how wonderful it is to share my excitement about the upcoming season with the person I love. This time around, I'm not prepping for it alone. I have a partner, and it's awesome.
So here's to NYRF 's 2010 Season! May reality drift away and fantasy rule! Huzzah!