Who's Guarding Your Gate?
Sleep? You can sleep when you’re dead! Get back to work!
This is a late update since the week after Halloween was School Days, and we stayed at the TRF where access to the Internet, computers or even hot water can sometimes be a bit iffy. Since then I’ve felt sleep deprived and behind in R.L. Hmm, must be sixth weekend of the fair.
Halloween was nice and busy, even on Sunday, but it felt a little strange since most people understandably left early. There were parties to attend and treats to trick. We enjoyed visits from retired Beefeaters Capt. George, and Woody and Elaine. They had the good sense to retire from fair some years ago. Some days I envy them.
The only thing I want to say about Halloween and the festival is that it seems people feel it’s all right to wear what I’ll call “Boudoir Wear” as a costume. I’m not talking a lace teddy, satin baby doll, or even a corset here. Nope I’m talkin’ full body cat suits, PVC of all types, stiletto heel shoes and boots, hobble skirts, locks chains’ collars and even full on gimps suits. Is this becoming a Halloween thing everywhere, or is this just for us at the TRF? Wheatfield needed a break after one guy in PVC shorts with a zipper and lock in the back came through his gate. The guy had offered to let him search for the key.
We had planned a little Halloween party of our own that Saturday evening, but instead all we got were some lousy hot dogs. Let’s just say that it’s all fun and games until someone looses a wiener.
The real drama of the week had to do with our junior Beefeater, Paul. Sunday the ladies at the info booth had discovered at treat that was being sold that they hadn’t tried yet, and wanted me to procure a sample for them. Fortunately I remembered I have subordinates for that kind of thing, and loaned my FNG* to Cat. It was only after they had sent him on his way that I reminded them that this was the guy who had gotten lost going to the car park the week before. A few minutes later, however, I noticed that he must have returned safely, as they were happily enjoying their snack. I was shocked a few minutes later though, when he came to me, in his street clothes, looking to get paid. Apparently Cat had told him she was done with him, and he took it to mean he was ‘done’’. Well, he nearly was ‘done’, but he survived and is now on double probation. I have suggested large quantities of beer donated to the other Beefeaters might help his cause.
School Days were rather uneventful this year. We had a guest working the gates with us in the person of Captain Biff from the Wonky Wally pub. He was very good with (ordering around) the children, and a good time was had by all. It did rain both days, but it didn’t seem dampen the enthusiasm any.
Fifth weekend was our busiest of the year so far, and also our coldest. We stayed warm around the BBQ pit and no Beefeaters were seriously injured. We also had a visit from Paul, a.k.a the Beefbomb, and his lovely wife Terry. They also had the good sense to retire from fair some years ago. Some days I envy them. Remember that wiener that got lost earlier? We found it. Melissa should probably hope that I don’t post the picture.
Oh, Jenny ate a pear.
The weather isn’t looking too good for this weekend, but we’ll be there all the same. Come on out and say “Hello!” Until next time…
Sir David Falstaff
Captain, Texas Renaissance Festival Beefeaters
*Friendly New Guy. Why, what did you think it meant?