It was our usual raggedy crew of longsword fencers, plus some other old friends. We showed up before 1100, whereupon we immediately went to the pub tent for breakfast (in my case, hard cider 😀 ) and to listen to the Pyrates.
They were fun as usual, with mayhem breaking out particularly bad when during a song where Captain Moone tried to demonstrate the loss of a leg. Hysterical.
For a relatively tame version:
This was the one weekend they were going to be there, so I’m glad we got to go then. The fiddler of the Pyrates, Chelle Fulk (aka Molly Stubbs aka the Cute Blonde With The Big Smile 😉 ) will be returning the last weekend of the Faire with another group of hers, Keltish. I’d like to see that, but I think I’m helping some friends move that weekend. Ah, maybe some other time…
Apparently, they were also the first band to perform live in Second Life. Hunh.
The Virginia Ren Faire is a much smaller version of the Maryland one. We had a fun time, nonetheless. We wandered about, looking at this and that, and I even bought stuff this time, including a nice, but (very) expensive cotton shirt, and a pre-publication fiction book signed by the author, Lynn Hardy.
It spitted rain at us a few times, and sun came out a few times. But overall a pleasant day, neither too hot nor too cold.
Afterwards, on the way home, we ran into some major stormage on 95N. Later that evening, most of the crew met up at Bailey’s, a restaurant in Central Park (Fredericksburg, not New York City), and proceeded to have dinner.
A long, but good day.