I keep tellin’ y’all: “It don’t take all kinds, we just got all kinds.”
Buddy of mine in high school was 7th-Day Adventist. Also the minister’s son, and a sore trial he was to his family.
Some of the stories he told were pretty outrageous, but I always took them with a barrel of salt, as he was outrageous most of the time.
I also spent some time in the SCA, with pagans and such as friends, and quite a few of the SCA folks, and not just the pagans, loved to do what they called “freaking the mundanes.” I’ll let you guess... ;)
I'm SCA, and I know what you mean. Freaking the Mundanes is great fun! Walk in to a pizza place in full Celtic garb, swords and armor - people get out of your way very quick! LOL!
“I also spent some time in the SCA, with pagans and such as friends, and quite a few of the SCA folks, and not just the pagans, loved to do what they called freaking the mundanes. Ill let you guess... ;)”
*sung to the tune of Pinky and the Brain*
We’re freaking the mundanes,
yes freaking the mundanes.
They see us in public,
and think we’re insane!
I worked at a ren faire one summer, wandering around town afterwards dressed in full garb was fun. It also meant getting a 10% discount at the local Culver’s :D