Camping Questions

[Breandan]

Next time that happens, just start offering advise and pointers.

We applauded when that happened to us, but the couple involved were also backlit VERY well by a booth's security light, so it was the full AV experience

[Mouse]

Is this by chance the carnal shadowplay theatre story that retrograded into a drinking game...?

[Breandan]

yes, yes it is

[Rapier Half-Wit]

On the old renaissancefestival.com board I i shared my experience with just such an event, where I came back to the tent very late only to find that my tent mate, who had discovered his true love for the evening and brought her back for a "get to know you very throughly meeting", leaving me to stand outside hoping that my sleeping bag was not involved.


I still hate him.

[Mouse]

I remember a few hapless folk walking by our campsite last year as 10 half drunk folk were trying their best to employ stealth, sneaking gingerly up to my very large tent where my fiance and her friend had just gone to bed..I am sure from the outside it seemed strange, this mass of intoxicated folk tiptoeing their way over to the tent, video camera in hand, whispering loudly only to break into song, Moose, Moose I likes the Moose...Tradition is that the first two people who go to bed, in the same tent, and given suspicion of, well you know... they may get moosed. We wait just long enough til we are sure they are in, how shoudl I say, coitus, and then seranade them...Now my fiance and her friend weren't in said situation, but sure enough I joked about it enough....Valt knows which friend I am talking about and he would back me up on dallying on this thought. It is my hope to start the first trans-camp Moosing...ah, one year, 40-50 rennies pouncing in song upon an unsuspecting couple in 2/4 time....in the key of L. Sure sounds like L when we sing it. But I digress..point is, Rapier....that sucks. I laugh with you, not at you. Unless you aren't laughing, then at you.

[Rapier Half-Wit]

I'm laughing now, but at the time, about 30 years ago when I was 16, and hearing sounds that are usually only accompanied by an electric guitar with overly heavy wah pedal. (baugh-ba-ba-waugh-wah) and I'm cold and very tired, and all the other campers in the area are complaining about their self-accompanied music. I ended up trying to sleep, first on the stone benches in the open air church, and then sleep-sitting on the toilet in the mens' room, where my legs ended up in a paralitic coma, and I ended up on the floor trying desperatly trying to get the feeling back.

It's still slightly surreal looking back on it today.

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

Surreal due to time & chemicals.... 

[Rapier Half-Wit]

Shhhhhhhhhh Fraser! you promised you wouldn't tell.

[Laird Fraser of Lovatt]

you were the one sniffing dead squirrels, not me! 

[Rapier Half-Wit]

I was not, i was poking it with a stick after you dropped it. Why it was wrapped in duct tape I don't want to know. The look of horror on it's dead face will forever haunt me.

[Lady Laura]

Haahhhaaaahhhhaaaa! Too funny you guys! 

[Blue66669]

Can't you three ever freaking behave? No, didn't think so.

[Rapier Half-Wit]

We are behaving, Blue. Very badly. Is there a problem?

[Breandan]

*hands out halos*

See? Innocent!

[Rapier Half-Wit]

WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

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