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machine_dove at 07:36am on 30/05/2005
machine_dove at 07:36am on 30/05/2005Saturday, we had almost 700 people, and we came just short of 1000 today. Actually, it was probably more than 1000, but there were some problems with a (deliberately) broken fence, and some people were just walking in the main gate. Like my parents, who were supposed to get in free anyway.
Yesterday (and today) Mel and I got to work the "tavern," which was absurdly busy, we didn't get to sit down at all, I didn't get a break until almost two, and we had so many customers that we kept running out of cold drinks. Oh, and we had problems with the keg, since I'm uneducated in the care and feeding of kegs, and at one point (one very long multiple hour point), that was all the beer we had left. We got more (lots and lots more)...about ten minutes before last call. It was out of a refrigerator case, so we ended up selling it right out of the packaging. Also, because some kind soul decided to empty the former ice that was around the kegs...right onto the shaded ground inside the tavern, it was a mud pit. I ruined my shoes, and my feet were black (sandals) halfway up my calves. My costume skirts are horridly nasty.
Despite all that, working in the tavern kicked ass. Why? One word - tips. Lots of tips. I arrived at the faire with $17 cash. I had lunch, bought several (non-alcoholic) drinks, and paid for my new costume. I left...with $16 in cash. Rock on! Mel and I demanded at least one day a weekend working the tavern. Gift shop is boring, and provides no tips. My legs hurt (and I get to do it again today), but at least it was interesting.
Also interesting was one female pirate coming up to me before opening, undoing my chemise and bodice, pulling the shoulders down, and lacing me up...much, much tighter. Ow, back. I guess it worked, considering how well we did in tips. Amusingly, yesterday was the day my parents came. They took me to dinner, then I collapsed.
I should probably start getting dressed, come to think of it. We're Making Some Changes to the way tavern is run, which is going to take a little more time.
Oh, and I may have pictures soon, of this costume, at least. It was at the end of the day, though, so I have no idea how I look. Scary, probably.
Yesterday (and today) Mel and I got to work the "tavern," which was absurdly busy, we didn't get to sit down at all, I didn't get a break until almost two, and we had so many customers that we kept running out of cold drinks. Oh, and we had problems with the keg, since I'm uneducated in the care and feeding of kegs, and at one point (one very long multiple hour point), that was all the beer we had left. We got more (lots and lots more)...about ten minutes before last call. It was out of a refrigerator case, so we ended up selling it right out of the packaging. Also, because some kind soul decided to empty the former ice that was around the kegs...right onto the shaded ground inside the tavern, it was a mud pit. I ruined my shoes, and my feet were black (sandals) halfway up my calves. My costume skirts are horridly nasty.
Despite all that, working in the tavern kicked ass. Why? One word - tips. Lots of tips. I arrived at the faire with $17 cash. I had lunch, bought several (non-alcoholic) drinks, and paid for my new costume. I left...with $16 in cash. Rock on! Mel and I demanded at least one day a weekend working the tavern. Gift shop is boring, and provides no tips. My legs hurt (and I get to do it again today), but at least it was interesting.
Also interesting was one female pirate coming up to me before opening, undoing my chemise and bodice, pulling the shoulders down, and lacing me up...much, much tighter. Ow, back. I guess it worked, considering how well we did in tips. Amusingly, yesterday was the day my parents came. They took me to dinner, then I collapsed.
I should probably start getting dressed, come to think of it. We're Making Some Changes to the way tavern is run, which is going to take a little more time.
Oh, and I may have pictures soon, of this costume, at least. It was at the end of the day, though, so I have no idea how I look. Scary, probably.
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