To find out more about the Metea Park Renaissance Faire, check out their SCRIBE record here.

The Metea Park Ren Faire in Fort Wayne, Indiana (September 23 & 24, 2000) was an excellent faire. Of course, I may be biased -- that's where I met my husband.

I had never been to a Ren Faire before, and since laundry was piling up at home, I decided to escape the growing piles rather than spend a lovely day inside a laundromat. When I got to the faire, I was impressed by the sights and smells (not to mention the jewelry merchants' wares...but that's another story for another time). However, it was the people who were fascinating -- everyone was obviously having *fun*.

I decided to have my hair braided (and feeling very odd in my mundanes), and as I sat down, an apple-juggling yahoo in garb starts randomly insulting people at the top of his lungs. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. After a few lung-busting Elizabethan quips, jests, and rude comments of a personal nature, the barbarian (his persona *is* Irish, after all) and I sat down and talked for hours.

He proposed two weeks later and we were married four days ago. While I will always have a soft spot in my heart for the Metea Faire, I do have a question: Does this sort of thing happen often to rennies, or am I just plain lucky?

Response from Willa: Girl! You are LUCKY! Not all the women in the world are blessed to have found their men via faire. You and I are just plain lucky women...I'll have to share the story of John-Paul's and my first date sometime...