#3.23.2018

This is super encouraging considering I have a soft deadline for the first week of August to go to Ontario. Also, $10hrly is the average starting pay in this area and there's no state income tax.

All of this combined means I don't have to feel guilty about not getting a car before going on vacation. I'll have plenty of money saved by August.

There's a likely chance that we will likely know everyone working there. Friends and enemies alike.

We will be like excitable puppies when we see someone we know and like. Rennie greetings can take 5 minutes or several hours depending.

If we decide to put on garb, be prepared to tie, hold, lace, etc anything we might be wearing or carrying.

Complaints about why we decided to wear garb when we're not working.

Complaints about not wearing garb.

We may be invited back stage.

We will gripe at you for buying over priced food.

Keeping up with us can be a daunting task. Faire is first and foremost our work place, even on a play day, so we're programmed to feel like we're in a hurry.

We may try to keep you up on who is who with, "This one time, at ren faire...."

If we have money to spend, don't be surprised if we walk away with hundreds of dollars worth of stuff we've been putting off buying for years.

There's a possibility that we will demand to be there from cannon to cannon. Maybe even a little after.

And then promptly pass out after a corset-gasm on the way home.

We won't drink enough water, but may pester you about hydration.

We are snobbish know-it-alls when it comes to faire.

Complaints about faire owners overpricing the food and beer.

"Well, at my home show, we do it better."

Either very enthusiastic or extremely annoyed about "huzzah." (Dependant on the rennie's time away from faire and their work experience.)

Grumbling "patrons" under their breath, despite you being one.

Being told to buy or not to buy something from a particular business because of several reasons that have nothing to do with their products. (Seriously. Never buy from Casta Diva. The owner is horrible to their employees.)

What do we do with a drunken sailor?

Having to drag your rennie away from shiny things and conversations once you've finally captured them again because, if you don't, you could be stranded in one spot for hours.

But tonight I discovered one thing that I still get incredibly shy about. Roleplaying/acting. I haven't blushed this much in years, but holy shit. @the-tie-guy got to see apart of me that I completely forgot existed. Bashful, embarrassed, meek, awkward.... It was like I was 15 again and my mom was shoving me towards the stage where my jouster boss was announcing his need for squires.