Once I had my own car, I started attending more frequently. I remember going right before my last year of high school. I went with three friends who I would wind up spending my senior year with, plus one of my very good friends from my freshman year. On our way there, we decided to stop at Jack in the Box to get food, since we didn't want to spend all our cash on food inside the faire. So we pulled up to the window and ordered, and then I started driving to the next window. My friends all started yelling at me - turns out, there was only one window at this drive thru. Laughs all around, I backed up, we go the food. We weren't laughing so hard later, in the parking lot, after having finished. My car had a bad starter in those days, and wasn't always interested in getting back on the road. The Faire was a couple hours from home. It took a few tries, but it came back to life.
I don't remember a ton about what happened at the faire, except we saw a very bawdy show called Testicles and the Sack of Rome, and a lovely entertainer named Broon, who is still performing, and I now see every year at my local Faire.
During college, I doubt I attended a single fair, but in 2006, I started going back, and I haven't missed a year since. Even with the long drive, the expensive tickets and parking fee, and the heat and dust, it's quite enjoyable. This past May, I went with my friend and her eight year old son. I was fun to see the faire through his eyes. Almost overwhelming.
I think that's what keeps the Ren Faire interesting for me, is taking new people. Next year I'm hoping my boyfriend's sister and her boyfriend can make it, we've been trying to get them to for some time. There's really no other place where you can dress in ancient garb and eat a giant turkey leg while calling for someone's head.
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