Rain and Faire

Keywords: TRF, Texas Renaissance Festival, drugs, fight, camping, partition, drum circle

It pored rain last night. The ground was very wet on the way in. I crossed Westheimer to avoid the constructions site. The strategy seems to have worked. Though wet, boots are pretty much wearable. I wore my flashlight around my neck because it was dark. In the mornings, the West bound lanes are far more empty than the East bound lanes. I can walk in the street for much of my trip.

The rain is supposed to stop before the weekend. That is a good thing. Faire is up again this weekend. We plan on going. It will be muddy, but manageable or so it sounds right now. It requires a bit more planning. I still cannot find my pouch. I have no idea where it is. I looked this morning, but nothing so far.

Nat was on a forum discussing Fair and things that happen at Faire. People were pissed that a fight broke out at the drum circle. People were pissed at all the infants (sarcasm) looking for drugs or offering drugs all over the place. Underage drinking came up. It started in to a "I've been camping longer than you." one-up competition.

The word petition came up. I hate to say it, but the guy who owns Faire is all about the money. If camping becomes a headache, he will just say "Go camp somewhere else." and we will all be out on our asses. I suggest taking a more laid back approach and start calling the cops on people who offer you drugs. It is all a sorted web.

There are seventy acres of camping at TRF. There are usually two cops on duty. The closest emergency room is something like thirty miles away. There are a bunch of drunk East Texas red-necks walking around int kilts who have nothing to loose,. There are ravers who want the next thrill, even if that is getting the piss knocked out of them by a gang of red-necks. There are a million teenagers who are rebelling against their middle class parents. They want to get drunk, laid, not pay any consequences, boys and girls. There are predators of every variety.

It is not the cops fault. They do a great job out there. It is not a fault of Faire. They provide grounds and security. It is not the patrons. They show up and have a good time. Most people agree on the definition of showing up. It is the term 'good time' that causes conflict.

It is just people. It is dark. It is smoky. There are camp fires all over the place. Most people are in tents that are sprinkled over the grounds higgldy-piggldy. People might invite you in for a drink or a bit to eat or just to rap for a while. There are people from all over the world. Rich. Broke. Republican. Democrat. Every Religion and a couple made up on the way there. There are new people and there are old timers. There are some wonderful friends. There is an endless supply of wanderers. Up to this year there was some amazing barbecue.

If anything happens to camping, I guarantee we will cut our attendance back to one or two weekends a year. We might indeed find another place, time and reason to camp. It will not be as good or even close to the same experience.  here is hoping that the wonder does not end for a few jerks who think they are something special.