You Know You're a True Rennie if...

[Merlin the Elder]

...In my office at work this morning, I took down my Dali's, and replaced them with prints, one of Merlin and one of a dragon being chastised by a lovely woman, LA Williams creations I picked up at Scarby, just because it gives me better vibes.

Ahh...another LA Williams fan. I have several of her prints that I have picked up at a local sci-fi convention.

I should probably correct a misconception. LA is Lawrence Allen... I've met her, and she is a he   

[Dayna]

You studiously avoid eating a turkey leg for the entire 9 weekend run of Bristol, then after two days back in civilian life find yourself requesting the drumstick which for some reason this week was left ON the turkeys when the usual Thursday turkey dinner was prepared in your company cafeteria.

[LadyStitch]

Someone asks you where they can get a pleated skirt for a guy to wear in a play.  You tell them he need  a "KILT" not a skirt. Then with out thinking you hand them a web site with prices, and what all they would need for him to wear to look like a proper scottsman.

When they ask you where they can get good bag pipe music you rattle off a couple groups, and where to get their CD's.  However when they ask where they can get the lastest top 40 CD you look at them like they have lost their mind. 

This is an addendum to this.... 
You go to opening night of said play, and for the scottsmen's ring tone, curtain call, and exiting of the crowd they have  'Scotland the brave' playing.   While you are waiting for the cast to get out of costume you find yourself singing not the real words but the words to "I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night"    What is worse is the actor who plays the scotts man asks you what you are singing, so you tell him the words.  This causes him to have the words running through his head ever night of the run of the show ever time his phone goes off.  He blames you for nearly making him break character every night.

[Nighthawk]

Someone asks you where they can get a pleated skirt for a guy to wear in a play.  You tell them he need  a "KILT" not a skirt. Then with out thinking you hand them a web site with prices, and what all they would need for him to wear to look like a proper scottsman.

When they ask you where they can get good bag pipe music you rattle off a couple groups, and where to get their CD's.  However when they ask where they can get the lastest top 40 CD you look at them like they have lost their mind.  

This is an addendum to this....  
You go to opening night of said play, and for the scottsmen's ring tone, curtain call, and exiting of the crowd they have  'Scotland the brave' playing.   While you are waiting for the cast to get out of costume you find yourself singing not the real words but the words to "I need a sheep to keep me warm through the night"    What is worse is the actor who plays the scotts man asks you what you are singing, so you tell him the words.  This causes him to have the words running through his head ever night of the run of the show ever time his phone goes off.  He blames you for nearly making him break character every night.

Bring me my whiskey, mother!
I'm feeling frisky, mother!
Bring me my sheep,
For I am lonely tonight.

Gosh knows I'm really randy.
Good thing I'm very handy!
England is prim and proper.
Scotland's Depraved!

Chorus:
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
England is prim is proper.
Scotland's Depraved!

Bring me a lover, mother!
No, not my brother, mother!
Bring me my sheep,
For I am lonely tonight.

No, not my sister, Mary.
Her legs are very hairy.
England is prim is proper.
Scotland's Depraved!

(chorus)

I'm as a horny as a clansman!
I will even take a Saxon!
Bring me my sheep,
For I am lonely tonight.
Scotsmen wear their kilts all day:
Zippers scare the sheep away...(so I've heard)
England is prim is proper.
Scotland's Depraved!

Chorus:
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
Bah bah bah-da bah bah bah
England is prim is proper.
Scotland's Depraved!

Bring me my sheets of rubber-
Whips, chains, and peanut butter!
Bring me a sheep for I am lonely tonight!
Gosh knows I really wanna-
bring out the greased iguana!
England is prim and proper, Scotland's depraved.


Yeah, been there, done that! You're welcome.

[metalcelt]

This may vary from region to region, but you know what Rennie tan is....

In my case that is at my wrists and an obvious tan line just above my eyebrows....

[LadyFae]

When you'd rather have a sore arm for a few days from carrying your baby around Fest than push a very non-H/A stroller!  LOL!

[Adriana Rose]

Ahh the perma tan... I have had a square tan line on my chest for like 7 years now lol.

[Cap'n Hunnar Graybeard]

...In my office at work this morning, I took down my Dali's, and replaced them with prints, one of Merlin and one of a dragon being chastised by a lovely woman, LA Williams creations I picked up at Scarby, just because it gives me better vibes.

Ahh...another LA Williams fan. I have several of her prints that I have picked up at a local sci-fi convention.

I should probably correct a misconception. LA is Lawrence Allen... I've met her, and she is a he   

I stand corrected. I had never checked. When I bought my first one, the Auctioneer said "her" in reference to the artist and I really had no reason to think otherwise.

[Merlin the Elder]

No worries, Cap'n. "LA" is rather gender neutral. 

[Nighthawk]

Ahh the perma tan... I have had a square tan line on my chest for like 7 years now lol.

That's funny! I had a good friend all through the 80's and early 90's who's father got transferred to Florida. We lost touch until about a year or so ago, when she found me on FaceBook. That was the first time we had spoken for something like 15 years and the first thing she said to me was "My first t**ty burn of the season!" And there she was in garb at some Florida festival or other with the worst Rennie burn I had seen since I dragged my wife to her first R/F!

[Nighthawk]

This may vary from region to region, but you know what Rennie tan is....

I got a version of a Rennie tan that is totally new to me this last weekend. We had a festival in a nice grassy park, so I went around barefoot the whole weekend. My feet are sunburned!!  I'll have to remember that for next year...

[DonaCatalina]

...we were watching a Discovery show on catastrophic floods, and the episode featured 2004 flooding in Boscastle, Cornwall, England. As they were showing the news footage for heavy rain before the flood, I pointed out to His Lordship one of the bridges "That is Medieval brickwork on the sides of the bridge which is an old Roman stone bridge underneath."
We continued watching and after a dam broke upstream and a wall of water rushed down the river and through the town. The damage was horrific, but then we noticed that while 900 year old buildings and the brick sides of the bridge had been washed away, the Roman flat top stone bridge was still there.
"Yup" said his lordship "The Romans massively over-engineered everything."

[Jinglebum]

...When you finally learn to play guitar and the first songs you try and figure out how to play are "no balls at all", "seven drunken nights", and "all for me grog".
...When you get together with your friends two weeks before faire season, and all of you decide you don't wanna wait that long so you throw a "faire party", declaring it the official start of faire.
...When your dream car isn't a ferrarri or a porsche, but a nifty sixties van that has enough room for garb and all my rennie needs, and can also double as a comfy sleeping quarters on those cold TRF nights. 
...When the thing that makes you like a guy more than the other ones is not that he's sweet or polite or any of that good stuff, but that when you mentioned going to faire, his response was "I need to go shopping for things to make some garb!"... and then on your third date, that's exactly what you did together.

[Lady Renee Buchanan]

When you have a dear friend who had three surgeries this year and missed every faire in the area, so you round up a bunch of friends and bring the faire to her. We didn't tell them what we were doing, so it was a total surprise for them.

Five of us dressed in garb and drove almost 3 hours each way to go to her house.  Another friend met us there.  We brought finger foods and soup (but not in a bread bowl), plus a huge array of CDs from the artists at faire.

Their last name is MacQueen, so the guys wore their kilts, and the 3 gals wore regular Renaissance garb.  We lined up around the front door, and my husband Steve rang the bell.  When Max, my friend, answered the door, we yelled in unison, "Hail to the Mac Queen.  Hip hip huzzah!"

She was blown away.  Her husband was so shocked.  So we all piled inside, made her a throne in her dining room & covered it with brocade.  She wasn't feeling up to putting on her garb, but she did go into her closet and wear her hat.

We stayed about 5 hours, eating and laughing, playing the CDs and singing along, then packed up everything & left it for them to enjoy and drove back home.  Max said she will remember this day for the rest of her life.

And yet, some of our friends who aren't rennies, can't understand why we would drive all that way, just to eat with someone.  And bring them a faire, forget it, they'll never understand!

[Nighthawk]

When you have a dear friend who had three surgeries this year and missed every faire in the area, so you round up a bunch of friends and bring the faire to her. We didn't tell them what we were doing, so it was a total surprise for them.

Five of us dressed in garb and drove almost 3 hours each way to go to her house.  Another friend met us there.  We brought finger foods and soup (but not in a bread bowl), plus a huge array of CDs from the artists at faire.

Their last name is MacQueen, so the guys wore their kilts, and the 3 gals wore regular Renaissance garb.  We lined up around the front door, and my husband Steve rang the bell.  When Max, my friend, answered the door, we yelled in unison, "Hail to the Mac Queen.  Hip hip huzzah!"

She was blown away.  Her husband was so shocked.  So we all piled inside, made her a throne in her dining room & covered it with brocade.  She wasn't feeling up to putting on her garb, but she did go into her closet and wear her hat.

We stayed about 5 hours, eating and laughing, playing the CDs and singing along, then packed up everything & left it for them to enjoy and drove back home.  Max said she will remember this day for the rest of her life.

And yet, some of our friends who aren't rennies, can't understand why we would drive all that way, just to eat with someone.  And bring them a faire, forget it, they'll never understand!

That's awesome! Brought a tear to my eye.