This years faire was held this past Friday, Saturday, and Sunday..Saturday night we Steampunks were in full flow....my garb consisted of British Raj Regimental jodhpurs of the 48th Kashmiri Horse Brigade leather strapping, beautiful l
Brown lace boots knee high with pith helmet and gloves. " Dashing" described my companion Lady Merriweather Fishbottom who looked quite lovely in her tropical Victorian khaki long skirt covered with beige lace and pith helmet with mosquito netting. After all it is Las Vegas, we live in a desert not unsimilar to the Sahara so we parked ourselves in front row seats to watch the Shifting Sands tribal belly dancing guild. We particularly love one tattooed dancing woman with a large yellow python. We visited our friends there who offered their hookah lounging in their bedouin tent with most cordial hospitality .An hour or so later lifting myself up with my walking cane adjusted my helmet and we decided make our rounds to visit the Pirate Guildie the Black Swans who have always been cordial to steampunks. . After all as Captain Morgan of the Swans explained, Steampunks have always been a renaissance unto themselves! We had so much fun with the pirates ....but I do recommend that one go easy on the absinthe! Lady Fishbottom and myself had green fairies following us for an hour or so which in such a state of confusion we ended up in the middle of a Mediaeval battle being staged by the Society For Creative Anachronism.! Ai vey! They were studying our garb with raised eyebrows, shaking their heads making horrible comments like "much later period" and a Knight in armor covered with mud, grass and blood said loudly...."we consider Anything post 14th century to be decadent!!". Well Lady Fishbottom and myself did not take well to this and Lady Fishbottom said in a severe manner, "My dear young man not only do I find your statement impertinent, I find it rather rude and unwelcoming....considering that we are Time Travelers....with our time machine parked just outside this encampment; we had no idea that we were going to land in the middle of your ghastly battlefield; nor do we wish to stop you from bloggering each other to death....considering the time period we come from , if you want to talk about decadence your actions have clearly defined it!" I took her arm and we strolled back to our time machine. We both decided we would rather face the Morlocks ........ Than be snubbd by the SCA!