Monday, 21 April 2008

How Has Faire Been?

Well, it's the third weekend of Faire; and although I had planned to talk about weekends 1 and 2 in their own entry, they are quickly fading in a blur.  SOoooo...here's some of the highlights from Faire...mostly what I did that I thought was funny enough to include - but also some of the stuff I saw that was funny as well.  I'm sure weekend 3, since it is fresh in my memory will get its own entry.

In random order, here's some of my own (mayhaps pathetic) brand of funny:

I was given leave to do some country dancing, yup I can kinda' sorta do that (if it's called, like square dancing).  I was dancing with Brown, the male servant at the Bell, and just when I was getting the hang of the third dance we were in, I noticed my skirt was sliding down.  I had it saftey pinned up...but the skirt is REALLY heavy and the pin just let go.  I was trying to move on with the slowly falling skirt, when Brown said "Do you need to step out?" WHAM, had my out...I did a long take to my skirt, which I let fall to hit the ground (keep in mind that sucker's stiff and heavy...the hem hit the ground and the rest stayed standing up, so it didn't puddle at my feet), I grabbed up my skirt and RAN "embarrassed" into the Bell, letting the door shut violentely behind me. Comdey gold..OK, it looses something in the written translation...it works better with sound effects and gestures. 

The girls of the Bell were distributing orange ribbons to garner support for Amy Holland (book keeper and sister of the Madam at the Bell) in her court case against Constance Beasly a fine upstanding (and sourpuss) in the town.  (BTW - I absolutly LOVE Constance Beasly - she is every inch a curmodgen and sourpuss...and Donna, our gildmaster plays her as big as anything!) Anyway, Constance's cousin Prudence (also Donna -  on hot weather days) shook me about the front of the town...it was great.  I told her a rumor I had heard about Constance...ridiculous things...she was a Scrumpy Face, her small clothes were in a tight bunch and that it was very scary in that area...plus I heard her snood was on too tight so it squeezed her brain. ;-)  I got to be berated for telling the information for I heard it in confindence during a transaction at the Bell...and when I picked someone I heard it from I selected Pennyworth (he's trying to set up a theater in town) I was "thrown down" because he is a layabout, good-for-nothing. :-)  It was much fun. 

OK...the more I type these out the more I'm realizing, it's not as funny on paper.  So, I'll try and make it more lively for ya' in the next entry.

So, what all do I do at the Bell? Well, I sit on the porch and have pictures taken, with guests and without.  People don't know who we are...so they take pictures first and their faces afterwards is WONDERFUL..."you're WHAT?"  We smack talk each other and the patrons and the other people in town....gotta' love rumor mongering, especially when it's in good fun; and the people watching is superb.

Posted by thecreepygirl at 12:01 AM PDT

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