Okay, so I cheated. I went to PA Faire. But it was dramatic. . . .
So first we all woke up a little later than we had anticipated. The faire didn't open until ten which meant we had to leave our house by 8. I didn't get up until about 7:20. For those of you who don't know me very well, it takes well over 40 minutes for me to get ready in the morning. But I jumped in the shower really quickly (opting for curly hair due to the rainy forcast) and got out. I decided to just wear my pants and a cami instead of my chemise and corset on the ride, because that wouldn't be comfortable. So I get everything together and I decide that I should just put my make up on in the car to save time. Well. . . we get about half an hour down the road before I realize that I have forgotten my make up. So no make up. Not a big deal. . . . Maybe not for you. Half my confidence comes in my make up. Its exactly why I'm willing to pay so much money for it. It makes me feel better about the pizza pie that is my face. Anyway another hour and I had gotten over that.
Well according to our GPS we arrive three hours later, but wait. . . that was the wrong address and the real faire was actually another 40 minutes away. . . this meant we were going to be 40 minutes late to the opening of faire. Gr! On the way to the real faire grounds we got stuck behind an accident. More ickyness.
But finally we got there and we all finished dressing. It even looked like the clouds had cleared and the rain was finished.
We weren't there for an hour before it started POURING. Unfortunately it poured at a pretty costant rate, so it was very hard to walk around without being miserable. Mandy and I were both cursed with cold wet feet and Jason was soaked from head to toe. Needless to say that fairgrounds were like a ghost town. There was NO ONE. Finally we gave up and took shelter under a small over hang where some guy was singing good songs, and we tried to wait it out. We were under there for a really long time. It was cold, and windy, and wet and no one seemed to be very happy. One tiny silver lining was a rather attractive man that was also under the overhang, but he quickly went from attractive stranger to creepy guy.
After forever we decided to brave the rain (me with a spiffy new umbrella) to go shopping. (PA is an excellent shopping faire btw.) Well by that time all the shops had begun closing up. . . the faire was closing. . . and we had to leave.
To add insult to injury as we walked out they were handing out free tickets for the next day (sunday). We were planning to go home THAT night and couldn't come back the next day. So the three of us had paid 30 bucks to stand under an overhand and then get kicked out of the faire.
We were seething. . .
I've generally had a good opinion of PARF I've been there two or three times before and they were all a blast, but this was really upsetting. In Maryland. . . we would have stayed. They would not have closed and it would have been one of the best faire days ever. Just like Hurrican Hannah. I understand that they have a significantly smaller gate count than Maryland usually does, but still. Thats ridiculous. They even have paved roads. Maryland turns into a swamp on days like that, and they don't close.
Ultimately I was really dissapointed with my weekend. However, I do have photos for you. Including one of me and my umbrella. Not the lack of make up though. Scary isn't it?
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