Not really much to say about this week. It was pretty much a carbon copy of last weekend, just without the online discount tickets to deal with, and a lot more fairies.
Dust. Lots of dust. No rain for weeks, and when tens of thousands of people start shuffling around it gets everywhere. It’s bad for us allergy sufferers too, as there seems to be plenty of pollen mixed with the dust too. If you’ve never experienced ‘Ren-Boogers’ I envy you.
The Beefeaters were pretty well behaved this week and didn’t really do anything memorable, or silly or even mildly illegal. As a matter of fact they actually worked most of the time. Note to self: Find out what happened to the real Beefeaters and who these imposters are.
I did find out I’ve been over-paying my crew as I learned Eric and Simon are more than happy to work for beer, and Mark doesn’t need breaks even when you tell him to take one. So this week I figure I’ll bring a couple of twelve packs and take the afternoon off.
I imagine this means all of the craziness is being saved up for something special. I can’t wait.
Sir David Falstaff
Captain, Texas Renaissance Festival Beefeaters