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Michigan Ren Fest August 16th-Sept 28th

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but I WANT to dress up, that's the thing! I was born for that era, if that makes sence. lol... but anyways... I will plan for next year, if I cannot go this year. lol that way i have plenty of time....

I do have stuff that would probaby fit you... though maybe not your bewbs... LOL ;)

I'm always amused by comments like this. If people really did research into that time period and saw what living conditions, etc. were actually like, you'd never want to live in any era but the present.

From one who has done alot of very valid and serious research on the time period.... It wasn't great, but it wasn't as awful as alot of accounts say either. Mortality rates were very skewed because of the high death toll from the Black Death, and because alot of women died in childbirth. Infant mortality was also very high. Agreed, it wasn't a great time to be a woman, but society in general took better care of eachother than we do now. It was unheard of for someone to live holed up by themself not helping or being helped by other people.

Honestly, alot of cultured from the early middle ages through Rennaisance actually valued and respected women and they were very involved with the running of their homes. Granted it was from "behind the curtain" but alot of history's kings depended heavily on the council of their Queens or mistresses.

I wouldn't want to live back then simply because my body is so jank I wouldn't have lived long anyways. I do love the clothes though.

LOL so there! (and yes, I have sources... SCA dork for 12 years now. )

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Bare minimum I'll be there on the 14th, but if I have any random weekend days off I can dress up myself and 2 other people (I just have to fix 2 sleeves). I'd rather go with a group, it tends to be more fun. Just no sticks in the mud that just want to stand around and talk- explore! I got stuck with a friend one year who would have been content to get there and just sit around the whole time. *scratches head*

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I started performing up at the 'fest last week with a contact juggler fella that I know. I'll be there again this Saturday and maybe for a while on Sunday. (Now that I have a pass it's pretty cheap;) More money for ale and not-turkey legs!

Last week when I was up there playing I found out how rude some people in the audience can be.

The contact juggler had this cool little percussion instrument that was a carved out wooden frog. I was admiring it and examining the timbre and pitch, and then some corpulent Latvian haberdasher starts trying to dictate the performance by making demands of the performance troupe. (<-----Note the arrogant French spelling.)

He started barking, "So play the thing don't just look at it."

I Just ignored the guy while he starts quietly blathering juvenile little insults to his friend with the kilt made out of a couch cover. Then One of the other performers in the troupe starts tuning a stringed instrument and the guy starts prattling on again about how she should just play something and don't worry about the tune. Somewhere along the line this guy got the idea that we were just here to be jesters for his lordship, capering about like fools at his whim.

PREPOSTEROUS!!!

The last straw was when he looked at the main juggler guy while he was teaching a lesson and asked, "Is that guy gonna actually do something or what?" That was the end!

This 280 pound belly dancer came flipping out of the Guiness pub and head-butted the guy in the snout. Then his buddy with the davenport turned skirt drew his claymore and smashed the turkey leg out of the belly dancer's hand. She screamed with an unholy rage and charged him digging her teeth into his shoulder. Then one of the jousters stormed in on his mighty steed and launched his lance into kilt-boy's thigh. he dropped to the ground under the weight of "Le madame buffet grande" and blood, ale and waffle fries splurted outta his piehole. The Latvian haberdasher had recovered from the initial assault and started hollering and swinging wildly with his fruity little stage rapier. Then some bleached blond 50 somethings soccer mom gone medieval burst out of the crowd and crammed a "medieval" chicken sammich into his left eye. He started screaming;

"Hence, the mayonnaise in yon sandwich even doth make a great sting in mine eye that I cans't not see how mine antagonist even doth conspire against me!!!!'

Then there was a terrible rumbling about the entire faire and a God awful spine-chilling roar as a dastardly and fearsome troll thundered out of the woods and knocked "Faustus's olde fashioned corset boobie squishers" building across the village square and pasted the haberdasher against a large oak tree splattering mayonnaise and bile all over the pickle maker's shop.

It was a day of wicked reproach and remorseful vendetta, and many a people saw a great wrath unfold.

None of that really happened. But I did perform there and I did have me a "medieval" chicken sammich.

I'll be there tomorrow. There really are no trolls. (Or vampires)

There was a haberdasher though, he was a jerk. I'm sure he's still alive.

pie

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I started performing up at the 'fest last week with a contact juggler fella that I know. I'll be there again this Saturday and maybe for a while on Sunday. (Now that I have a pass it's pretty cheap;) More money for ale and not-turkey legs!

Last week when I was up there playing I found out how rude some people in the audience can be.

The contact juggler had this cool little percussion instrument that was a carved out wooden frog. I was admiring it and examining the timbre and pitch, and then some corpulent Latvian haberdasher starts trying to dictate the performance by making demands of the performance troupe. (<-----Note the arrogant French spelling.)

He started barking, "So play the thing don't just look at it."

I Just ignored the guy while he starts quietly blathering juvenile little insults to his friend with the kilt made out of a couch cover. Then One of the other performers in the troupe starts tuning a stringed instrument and the guy starts prattling on again about how she should just play something and don't worry about the tune. Somewhere along the line this guy got the idea that we were just here to be jesters for his lordship, capering about like fools at his whim.

PREPOSTEROUS!!!

The last straw was when he looked at the main juggler guy while he was teaching a lesson and asked, "Is that guy gonna actually do something or what?" That was the end!

This 280 pound belly dancer came flipping out of the Guiness pub and head-butted the guy in the snout. Then his buddy with the davenport turned skirt drew his claymore and smashed the turkey leg out of the belly dancer's hand. She screamed with an unholy rage and charged him digging her teeth into his shoulder. Then one of the jousters stormed in on his mighty steed and launched his lance into kilt-boy's thigh. he dropped to the ground under the weight of "Le madame buffet grande" and blood, ale and waffle fries splurted outta his piehole. The Latvian haberdasher had recovered from the initial assault and started hollering and swinging wildly with his fruity little stage rapier. Then some bleached blond 50 somethings soccer mom gone medieval burst out of the crowd and crammed a "medieval" chicken sammich into his left eye. He started screaming;

"Hence, the mayonnaise in yon sandwich even doth make a great sting in mine eye that I cans't not see how mine antagonist even doth conspire against me!!!!'

Then there was a terrible rumbling about the entire faire and a God awful spine-chilling roar as a dastardly and fearsome troll thundered out of the woods and knocked "Faustus's olde fashioned corset boobie squishers" building across the village square and pasted the haberdasher against a large oak tree splattering mayonnaise and bile all over the pickle maker's shop.

It was a day of wicked reproach and remorseful vendetta, and many a people saw a great wrath unfold.

None of that really happened. But I did perform there and I did have me a "medieval" chicken sammich.

I'll be there tomorrow. There really are no trolls. (Or vampires)

There was a haberdasher though, he was a jerk. I'm sure he's still alive.

pie

YOU LIE!!! The troll is a friend of mine! =P

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It is now being considered that we will have the festival extended for one more weekend to make up for the huge losses brought about by this past weekend's deluge of rain that turned Hollygrove into a huge mudpit.

I couldnt do any of my shows because I couldn't (or wouldn't) wade through the mud to get to my stages,and the festival was closed early on Sunday.. so watch for another weekend to be added.

I will post it in case it is a go.

-SM

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It is now being considered that we will have the festival extended for one more weekend to make up for the huge losses brought about by this past weekend's deluge of rain that turned Hollygrove into a huge mudpit.

I couldnt do any of my shows because I couldn't (or wouldn't) wade through the mud to get to my stages,and the festival was closed early on Sunday.. so watch for another weekend to be added.

I will post it in case it is a go.

-SM

w00t!!! this IS good news.. :peanutbutterjellytime::happydance:peanutbutterjellytime:

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