Ren Faire vs Reality


Gosh, the last weekend of ren faire. I almost don't want to talk about it being over because I miss it so much I want to cry. There's something about being in faire garb, wandering around and playing a character while watching your friends perform. I don't know the name for it, but it seriously feels like the most perfect escape from reality. Trust me, we all need escapes now and then. But it's so immersive! It's fun when you get a chance to take advantage of the many fun things faire has to offer. Like getting your hair braided, getting a jingly belt and elf ears and pretty crowns and wandering around with your friends and family and watching really fun shows that you can't see anywhere else.

Oh, and the Joust. My goodness. Me and two of my friends really bonded over the jousting tournament. We caught the joust at least two or three times over the three weekends, and gosh. We never stopped cheering for Scotland! And then, on the last day we watched the joust, Mr Scotland was about to fight France in the last round of fighting, but France ran up and did a murder! But then Scotland's squire (this adorable blonde lady who we'd seen the whole joust in the background) got revenge! She waited till after France had beat England and then ran up and beat France! We were thrilled! (Don't worry, no-one actually died, it was choreographed to look that way)

Again, I dont really know what word to use other than full immersion, but faire is something else. You just get sucked into the magic of everything, period accurate or not. It's so fun! But having to leave...that's not easy. I stayed for the entire last day of faire, mostly following my friends and watching people perform in the Hammered Troll (one of the two bars at faire). Then, the Scuppermonkeys went up to the entry gate and sang the closing song, Health to the Company. (Check it out on their album, it's really, really good. Also available on Spotify.)

Because I was so reluctant to admit faire was over, I stayed with my friends and went to dinner with them. Apparently, that was the only way I could leave faire without crying. I've missed this so much, and it was so good to have it back. But now I have to wait a whole year for ren faire to return. *sigh*


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