Reports Coming

Kage Baker would roll her eyes, shake her head and scold me. But in the end, she’d be proud of me.

I got a call Thursday from a dear old friend – Luisa, who was (in our mutual youth) one of the many APQ’s – the brave, tough and talented women who played the Queen at Renaissance Faires. I’ve been fortunate enough to be good friends with most of the APQs (Actress Playing the Queen), which led me into many strange and wonderful adventures when we were all young.

In these latter years, the APQ’s have inexplicably gotten younger and younger. The current APQ at the Irwindale Faire is only a couple of years older than my nephew Mike; and I can remember her birth and in fact her whole life – one of the many, many Faire brats running through Faire in a noisy pack, leaping off hay bales and cutting through back stage areas and living on the free lemonade I dispensed …

But most of the older ladies retired years ago to start their own families and live real lives. The gravitational pull of the Faire cannot be denied forever, though, and this weekend several reunions for the oldtimers were announced … so Luisa called me up and asked, “Hey, wanna go on an insane adventure?”

Well, no other argument would have worked as well. Appeals to my sense of nostalgia would have been useless – the Faire changed hands some years back, and I quite loathe and detest the current owners. This sentiment is cordially returned, too: I was a trouble maker until I walked out – and I have never, ever desired to see what they did to my Arcadia, my Wood Outside Athens.

But a call to an insane adventure with an old friend? One with whom, in point of fact, I have had many other insane adventures? Oh my yes, I was up for that!

So I spent Saturday at Pleasure Faire, knee deep in more fun, more joy and more horror than one would ever expect from an outdoor event selling something as mundane as Miller Beer. I’ve spent most of today asleep and recovering – my body held up through our excursion, and then just quit once I got home.

So tomorrow I will share my most unanticipated adventure with the redoubtable Luisa, and all the wonders we encountered ( and some we shamelessly dodged) as we tore through the Faire. Okay, as we tottered from hay bale to back stage to welcoming hooch, leaning on one another and giggling.

I’d forgotten how interesting sunscreen tastes on one’s lips in the morning …