Hello Internet! My name is Lady Elsbet (or just “Beth” if you know me in my other life, the day-to-day grind that pays my bills and funds my Ren-life, LOL). August asked me to join the staff here at SGS, what a great site!~ I don’t hang out online much except to keep up with my LARP coven, but I’m hoping to bring an older (21, LOLLL) perspective than the rest of these young whipper snappers. Anyway, for my first article I decided to give a pictorial tour of my favorite place in the whole world, the Renaissance faire!! Enjoy!!!!!!!!
Lady Gwynyfahr shows off some of her magiks. . . and also her wand, LOLLLLL!~**~
(note: sparkly effects added by moi~*grin*~)
This happy little troll was our waiter once at Cracker Barrel. I don’t know who that other guy is but he wouldn’t get out of the picture.
This is Mistress Edelweiss. She’s a hardcore, life-long rennie. Nobody even knows here real name! One time I was working in the turkey leg hut with this kid Derek who swore he had offered Mistress E 12 ducats to see her pantaloons, and she agreed to meet him behind Ye Olde water closets after the archery demonstration. When he came back he was real quiet and wouldn’t say anything. Now he works at Dunkin’ Donuts and he’s a total ‘mo, so . . . I guess nothing happened.
This is the most beautiful man I have ever seen. His name is Gavin. One time I talked to him at the face painting tent and he played the Mario song for me on his recorder. If I weren’t already betrothed to my white wizard, Rob, I would sooooo invite Gavin for a Beltane ritual in the back of my Toyota. JUST KIDDIN ROB, YOU + ME FOREVER BABE ~*mwah!*~
Every pirate wench needs a ready supply of Country Time, LOLOLOLOL!~!
Seriously Jenny I know you didn’t want me to post this but your nipple is barely showing at all.~***~*~evil grin~*~**~
The heroic knight Uther Galwad imbibes too much of ye olde fermented cider, is laughed at by commoners.
I saw Uther at Skate Country the next weekend and apparently his buddies (the Gandalfs) just left him passed out in the fencing pit. Eventually a kindly mistral turned him over so he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. I felt bad until he told me essentially the same thing happened at a Medieval Baebes show last year. I guess someone needs to lay off the mead!
Aside from the turkey leg hut, this is my favorite place to eat at the ren. Saul the wandering lute player told me they really had corn dogs back in the day, can you believe it?!? Apparently they were called “maize sausages.” I think. One time Saul told me to Google the historical accuracy of the “trouser trout” and that turned out NOT to be what he said it was AT ALL.
Some slut that works at the mall. I mean, it’s not even historically accurate…
And finally your humble scribe and her berobed Robbicus (LOL!~) relax by their noble steed Hatchback at the end of another medieval adventure. I hope you guys enjoyed your trip into the past, ~*~ :) ~*~
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