Stage 4: Master of the Faire
It's at this point in your RenFaire experience when you feel like you own the Festival. After five years, you can walk all day and make circles from lane to lane and skip most of the shows because you can almost do some of the schtick on your own. You find that it's fun just to sit on a bench outside of the Pub and watch people.
You've probably already attended a Renaissance Wedding or maybe even been married at the Festival. You have a steady group of friends that you only see at Festival and you discuss the minutae of the faire experience. You talk about how over-serious some of the Playtron guilds take themselves and even realize how silly the extremes of historical accuracy are. You start referring to it as "hysterical accuracy" when you realize that unless 1/3 of the garbed folk inside the gates has lost most of their family to the Black Death (i.e. plague), then none of them are accurate. . . forget about bifocals, immunization scars, or bathing every day.
Anyway, the Festival has become a way of life for you by now and you relish every moment of the day. You probably attend every day the faire's open and your friends and relatives all know that you're "unavailable" for any events from August through the end of November.
You're now a RenFaire veteran and a Rennie of the highest order. . . Huzzzzahhhhh!
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