I’m trying to wrap my brain around why any roommate would think that free transportation across town, let alone across the state, comes with the deal. When you say “our” truck, I assume you mean yours and your husband’s truck. Surely the three of you don’t share one vehicle as well.
You’re a nice person.
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People are seriously claiming that someone who freaking learned to be a farrier has no life skills? Yeah, how many of your hobbies you picked up after your 9-5 could actually make you money, not to mention adding a little beauty to the world? Oh, that’s right, you’re on a message board getting recreationally outraged that you had to look up a proper noun.
Seriously, though, I’ve never been to Pennsic, but SCAdians I know tend to be craftsy. Probably a good place for a metalworker to network or pick up new ideas, between the boozing.
Ooh! Ooh! Sunk Cost Fallacy!
This thing is the networking event of the year for blacksmiths. While there is no money directly involved, the connections with other blacksmiths will be invaluable.
Also anyone who wants to break in to the giant roasted turkey leg business and any musicians who can play Greensleeves will make a lot of contacts there.
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Why marry good mistress, hast enquired into the moldboard plow? 'Tis the wave of the future, learned scholards do aver. May I press thee to more mead?
Well, yes, it* is *the Society. But “new” in a personal sense.
I’ve never been given a set of rules when I’ve bought a book.
I make babies and sell them at the swapmeet. What do you do?
Eat them.
Ren faire is 3 miles to the south, hmmm no site token
CONSTABLES!!!
Why, sir, shouldst the tax-farmer query thy claim for relief from his revenues for thy oft-taken voyages to the far Bermoothas, I prithee bid thy master book-keeper tell him, “'Tis deductible full and in no wise taxable, for my master bids fair to breathe there of the hempen leaf’s smoky effluvium for to lessen his melancholy humours, and his frequent passages to thither West Indias are thus legitimate medical expenses”.
Ma! Beastly’s in the weed again!
/runs over everyone with a golf cart.
No, you’re thinking of Gulf Wars.
The judges would have also accepted ‘failure to ignore sunk costs’.
I’ve got a good hippy fair story.
SO and her friend wanted to go to hippy fair. Its like a 7 hour drive. In August. In the deep south. Packed to the gills. With hippies. I said have fun, you guys go…I’ll stay here and guard the house 
So, SO’s friends local boyfriend hippy is going to meet them there. The stereotypical borderline poor, financially irresponsible, doesn’t quite have it together type of hippy. And of course I get daily updates as to how he’s kinda of a hippy jerk while I suffer greatly at home watching the Sci Fi channel in my underwear drinking beer and eating chips and dip.
But it gets better. Hippy boyfriend has driven over on a motorcycle. One tire was on its VERY LAST leg (and he knew it). It dies while over there. It either fucked up the rim or a replacement could not be found in time or sumptin (I forget exactly what). So hippy dude has to rent a tow trailer to get it home and it takes the better part of the day for SO and her friend to help deal with this. And because they need to tow the trailer, one vehicle that they took can’t tow the other so now two seperate vehicles need to be driven home, greatly increasing the workload for the SO and her friend and increasing OUR total gas costs for the trip.
But it gets even better. Two really pissed off women and a broke down hippy finally pull into our driveway. Hey, hippy dude needs to be taken to local Uhaul to turn in trailer. So, I let my SO have a break and take him and his now pretty much X girlfriend 30 minutes down the road to Uhaul. And for some reason this Uhaul is being manned by morons that day. We are there well over 2 hours before the thing finally gets officially turned it. Then hippy and X girlfriend get dropped at their respective houses. About 4 hours after I left the house I get back home.
So, because some financially stupid hippy that should have replaced a tire did not before a long trip, about at a man day or two of people’s time was wasted and about a hundred dollars worth of gas.
So, the moral to this whole thread is that even if you try to avoid hippy fairs, they’re going to mess you up, because a friend’s going to try to go to one and be unprepared and make bad choices.
A bunch of Crazies Born 300 Years Too Late (aka my fencing club) are going to perform broadsword ‘n’ armor at a “Ye Oldie Renfaire” just across the state line… I think I’ll pass, now that I’ve read these adventures.
And I’m pedantically against the use of outmoded nationalistic stereotypes.
Seriously, if you would say you “jewed down the cost of the hotel” or were “gyped out of the gas money” then don’t accuse me & mine of being stingy either, thank you very much.
(especiallyaswe’rerealsoknownedforbeinghappytowastemoneyonbooze)
No, you need to go. Everyone needs a good “I got shafted by a hippy/hippies” story. Just like a “camping trip from hell”, a “big fish that gotta way”, or a “ohh gawd I was so sick once” one.
The worst experiences always make the best stories. You need a few. You just don’t want to make a lifestyle out it 
Do you mean “wouldn’t say”?