It was always a bigger deal going to the NY Renaissance Faire, we needed more cars, more money and more time for it. We started going as a mixed group but inevitably the boys would be terrible, never letting us shop at a non-sword store for more than ten minutes, rushing the eating process, leaving shows after ten minutes and wrecking what little game we had to try to flirt with cute vaguely age appropriate kilted boys. After a couple years of this, we had enough. We would have to make two trips: a Girls' Day where we could do it to it without getting totes aggravated and a mixed day. The mixed day died out, much to the chagrin of boys who joined our circle in the last couple years (including Jow), the boys would never commit and corralling them was too much aggro.
But we remained firm. You want to talk the most sacred of women's space in my only vaguely magical circle of bitches? Girls' Day. All day, every day. Boys would try to plead and cajole to join us and we would firmly deny them every time. Of course they could go on their own, take their own car. We would even deign to have a erin
