"Kearney Park" Renaissance Faire
Nov. 10th, 2008 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hsifengThe Weekend
Wow – I am EXHAUSTED! *grin* But we had some great times this weekend, along with a few ‘not so great’ ones. Folks all came into town at various points on Friday evening and were treated to sloppy joe’s and some story telling before we all settled in for the night. Morning came early (as it tends too when one was up late the night before) and breakfast and event really prep got underway around 7:30 AM.
With coffee, hash browns and southwest strata consumed, we divided up into our respective ‘car parties’ and hit the road for the event. Once there, we navigated the issues of check in and gear hauling and had ourselves happily ensconced in Irish camp a little after 9:30 AM.
The Irish were terrific hosts, even though I think we may have scared the be-Jeebus out of the poor lass they had left on guard duty when we initially descended on their camp: Scotch Eggs and beer were had and we were all sailing along with some speed by the time we discovered that the local tavern was *right* across the street from us…
Well, you know we wouldn’t want to make the inn keep feel bad by not visiting!
This is the amazing inn hosted every year at Kearney by a group of California brewers. They bring out an simply AMAZING amount of brews, cordials, etc. and ask only that you tip your bartender in return for a never-empty cup.
Needless to say, we’re big fans….*grin*
About two hours into our invasion of the barstools, Miles came trotting into the bar to let me know that hubby needed me. The look on his face (and the prior knowledge that they had been sparring in Irish camp) clued me in pretty quick that there was a problem afoot.
Yep.
Seems that one of the wooden dusack wasters had taken it upon themselves to christen their master: Hubby had a blood covered hand over his mouth when I arrived in camp, and lifted it long enough to show me the damage and request a ride to the ER.
Thankfully, were on that side of town anyway…
So, three hours and a bit of cash latter, hubby had four stitches in his lower lip closing the hole that the dusack had made. He seems to attract sword scars somehow…
No harm, no foul – accidents happen!
Back to the house for dinner and some follow up discussion and then to bed for an EARLY morning.
Sunday saw a group of us up at 5:15 AM to hit the ponds and river for fishing at 6:30ish. We managed to get our tackle rigged and the hooks in the water. A lot of what we did was figuring out what we would be doing differently next time (different lines, more rods, not letting the wonderful handmade fishing weights that hubby had made get lost, etc).
Sadly, no fish were injured in the making of this expedition. Not even a nibble…
After a few hours, we called it a day and headed back to our old haunts at the tavern and Irish camp: There was drinking, stories and gambling (OMFG, I thought I was going to *die* laughing when Miles, Scott, Todd and I got going on the ‘sing-along-Hazards-game’). One of Tonda’s mastiff pups was out with us (Clancy) and I will post the ‘OHMYGODSOCUTE’ pictures once she puts them up on her Flickr.
All in all, I think the event was a good one for us, although I have my doubts we will be attending it again next year – the location was a bust and honestly wasn’t anything to write home about and the audience turn out was lackluster at best and miserable at worst.
At least we were all home in warm beds when it decided to piss down rain on Saturday night!
Once I get home and ensure I have a full list of any possible ‘left behind’ items I am going to post a thank you to the crew that came out: Despite the trip to the hospital, hubby and I had a good time and were happy to host everyone in our home. There will be other events in this area in future and we’ll keep ya’ll posted!
Wow – I am EXHAUSTED! *grin* But we had some great times this weekend, along with a few ‘not so great’ ones. Folks all came into town at various points on Friday evening and were treated to sloppy joe’s and some story telling before we all settled in for the night. Morning came early (as it tends too when one was up late the night before) and breakfast and event really prep got underway around 7:30 AM.
With coffee, hash browns and southwest strata consumed, we divided up into our respective ‘car parties’ and hit the road for the event. Once there, we navigated the issues of check in and gear hauling and had ourselves happily ensconced in Irish camp a little after 9:30 AM.
The Irish were terrific hosts, even though I think we may have scared the be-Jeebus out of the poor lass they had left on guard duty when we initially descended on their camp: Scotch Eggs and beer were had and we were all sailing along with some speed by the time we discovered that the local tavern was *right* across the street from us…
Well, you know we wouldn’t want to make the inn keep feel bad by not visiting!
This is the amazing inn hosted every year at Kearney by a group of California brewers. They bring out an simply AMAZING amount of brews, cordials, etc. and ask only that you tip your bartender in return for a never-empty cup.
Needless to say, we’re big fans….*grin*
About two hours into our invasion of the barstools, Miles came trotting into the bar to let me know that hubby needed me. The look on his face (and the prior knowledge that they had been sparring in Irish camp) clued me in pretty quick that there was a problem afoot.
Yep.
Seems that one of the wooden dusack wasters had taken it upon themselves to christen their master: Hubby had a blood covered hand over his mouth when I arrived in camp, and lifted it long enough to show me the damage and request a ride to the ER.
Thankfully, were on that side of town anyway…
So, three hours and a bit of cash latter, hubby had four stitches in his lower lip closing the hole that the dusack had made. He seems to attract sword scars somehow…
No harm, no foul – accidents happen!
Back to the house for dinner and some follow up discussion and then to bed for an EARLY morning.
Sunday saw a group of us up at 5:15 AM to hit the ponds and river for fishing at 6:30ish. We managed to get our tackle rigged and the hooks in the water. A lot of what we did was figuring out what we would be doing differently next time (different lines, more rods, not letting the wonderful handmade fishing weights that hubby had made get lost, etc).
Sadly, no fish were injured in the making of this expedition. Not even a nibble…
After a few hours, we called it a day and headed back to our old haunts at the tavern and Irish camp: There was drinking, stories and gambling (OMFG, I thought I was going to *die* laughing when Miles, Scott, Todd and I got going on the ‘sing-along-Hazards-game’). One of Tonda’s mastiff pups was out with us (Clancy) and I will post the ‘OHMYGODSOCUTE’ pictures once she puts them up on her Flickr.
All in all, I think the event was a good one for us, although I have my doubts we will be attending it again next year – the location was a bust and honestly wasn’t anything to write home about and the audience turn out was lackluster at best and miserable at worst.
At least we were all home in warm beds when it decided to piss down rain on Saturday night!
Once I get home and ensure I have a full list of any possible ‘left behind’ items I am going to post a thank you to the crew that came out: Despite the trip to the hospital, hubby and I had a good time and were happy to host everyone in our home. There will be other events in this area in future and we’ll keep ya’ll posted!
