I spent last weekend at the Siouxland Renaissance Festival. It was, as I expected, up to their usual high standard; vakkotaur has more than amply said what I would about it, both good (lots) and bad (not very much at all).
Since I needed to be in Detroit bright and early Monday morning, though, I went straight from the faire to the airport. I didn't change from the garb I was wearing (the outfit in the picture, with slightly different tights, that rillaspins hates) for the trip.
When I was making my connection in Minneapolis, one guy on the tram I rode on saw me and couldn't stop laughing. Once I got on the aircraft, the lady sitting next to me - who works at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival - complimented me on my garb and on wearing it for the trip.
I guess it balances out: some folks think it's funny, some folks think it's cool. I quit caring about what people think of seeing me in tights a couple of years ago.