| L.O.O.P.E.D. Bio |
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| Name: |
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| Damien Gonzalez |
| Faire Name: |
Tobias Lienhart Trommelschlager auf der Todesengel
Fahlein (st max)
Thumper Beatswell (constables) |
| Age: |
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| First year of Faire: |
| 1999 |
| First Faire Attended: |
| Northern at Black Point Forest |
| Birthplace: |
| California |
| Web Page: |
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| What interested you in faire: |
| my girlfriend at the time had gone
and hearing her stories i finally went |
| Your favorite faire Is/Was: |
| whichever one i'm at at the time |
| Your favorite memory of faire is: |
| being there |
| Any favorite faire tales you'd like
to share: |
As far as guild gigs go, the drunken
march for final prog at Valhalla 2001 by st max is my favorite. We
were all staggering about and the women had taken the pikes so the
boys were carrying brooms, beer barrels, whatever they could find.
We went in this big chaotic mess while still with the drumbeat clearing
a path of destruction in our wake. At one point someone put a tankard
full of beer on the end of a pike and was leading me throughout the
faire always just out of my reach. Somehow I managed to keep drumming
with one hand while grabbing for the floating tankard. A couple times
patrons offered me a sip of theirs so I did, still drumming, and not
sticking around long enough to see the look on the patrons’
faces at just how much a german “sip” meant. And the look
on the poor guy’s face who had the huge jenga game going with
me careening right for it twice was priceless. Managed to just miss
it too. Can’t remember the rest but the conga line at front
gate went on longer than usual!
As far as brawling gigs go, fair oaks 2001 was a blast. There was
a gambling gig between a landsknecht and one of the Italians (I believe
it was Rick). Anyhoo, we got accused of cheating and ended up in a
big brawl which went well and was broken up by the constables. Barky
arrested me and we struggled and squirmed for a while and finally
I remembered my de Liberi and dropped him by surprise which got the
attention of ConstaBil. As soon as I turn back from detangling myself
from Barky thereÕs Bil with one hand next to my jaw and the other
one headed towards me like a freight train. I took the cue and ended
up ass over ears in a dustcloud five feet away from the smack and
even heard some patrons exclaim. ÒOoh! Éthat had to hurtÉÓ
As far as after hours stuff goes, itÕs a tossup between trailer trash 2001 in FoF camp at northern or Spermfest 2000 (also at northern) or smoking my hookah at Tulare 2001 and thatÕs all IÕm going to say about all three of those. |
| Worst faire memory is: |
| the heat at fair oaks 2000. |