It was the first of its kind, embracing war reenactors across all time historical periods. It did, and caused him to move the convention to the larger Pheasant Run venue. An encampment area lay just beyond the vendors walls.
There, reenactors put their garb to use while staging historical scenes. Like other conventions Drooker has been attending for his project, the culmination takes place at a dance, celebrating camaraderie, friendship and the one time every year when these reenactors are together.
Cool Hunting was invited to follow Arthur Drooker behind-the-scenes as he continues to survey and photograph conventions around the US. Because we had flying monkeys. Thanks to brickhousewench and her Connecticut Cronies, a battery of flying monkeys - monkey dolls with surgical tubing for arms; you use your fingers like a slingshot; they're Teh Tits - would periodically launch themselves at the MC.
Unfortunately, no pictures of Friday Night exist, because I'm the idiot who left the camera in the room. After the game, the remainder of the evening was spent drinking Jameson and Guinness with our mates from the Guild of St Michael. They are the swellest fellas in all the entire universe ever.
We lurves dem. Mr Jameson hurts us, Precious, yesss. But soldier on we must, so after breakfast we staggered forth into the vendor hall. Blah, blah; business business. Here's a picture of Chole in yet another working-class outfit, this time from the Regency period: Ain't she purty? One of the lovely things about Reenactor Fest is people coming up and showing us what they've done with our patterns. Cool, innit? Saturday is the day of the Reenactor's Ball, which is the whole reason a lot of people go to Reenactor Fest.
If you've been looking for an excuse to go, take my word for it: It's perfectly awesome. Most people dress to the nines for it, regardless of what period they do. Last year, I wore white tie and tails. Anyway, he and I compared the pros and cons of Marcella-front evening-wear shirts vs.
And Kass got someone to look all s and spiffy with while I hit the bar. After I secured a gin and tonic medicinal, I assure you! I hate Scott.
Everything he was wearing was original War Years stuff. How he finds it in wearable condition and in a normal bloke's size is beyond me. Wouldn't you be? Inside the ball, much dancing was done. Before the floor gets opened up for couples dancing and modern "shake yer booty" nonsense, historical dances are featured. Doing the Virginia Reel to Depeche Mode has to violate some sort of federal statute.
I know it. It was lots of fun to dance with people. Of course we had to pinch his hat and pass it round.
We even traded it a few times. Poor Gustav. He's a pirate. Chole got next crack at the tellerbarrett: Oddly, the extremely loud hat matched Chole's working-class American outfit perfectly. Go figure.
Then Scott and Gustav traded lids while Kass watched kinky! When I removed my uniform blouse to more readily tango, Scott's wife Christine began to whoop and holler. To cap the silliness, at the very end of the evening, I found on the dance floor a respectable Elizabethan lady doing some sort of gyration to a rather strident bass-beat. So I had a go at what the kids today call "the Grind": That's our very own mistressarafina , by the by, stripped down to her skivvies for the World's Whitest Man they call me "Clearcoat".
Come join us! Each year, the Military History Fest in Chicago puts on an amazing event that attracts both history buffs and admirers of military customs and culture. It features dozens of professional reenactments as well as exhibits of memorabilia and artifacts representing the development of militaries worldwide, from the Roman Empire up to the present day.
Festivalgoers can also enjoy military demonstrations, live music, seminars and lectures, historical dance classes and several cultural activities for budding historians of all ages. Created by Danella Patricia Le Roy dane Report this to an administrator for review and possible deletion?
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