Ask a reenactor about her favorite sites for events, and she's liable to mention ones that are removed from modern distractions. Of course, this isn't possible for many of our sites, but it's a great bonus when there are no streets, no modern houses, no streetlamps nearby. We go to a lot of effort to set up period-correct camps, research the heck out of our clothing, try to present as authentic an image as possible--so it's nice for the public, and nice for us, too, when things work out so that there aren't any modern interuptions.
Which brings me to my point for the day. Our weekend was spent at a very small event. The site wasn't perfect--it was actually an RV park, and there's nothing like a streetlamp, an electrical hookup, and a bright yellow picnic table in camp to really bring out that Revolutionary War campaign feel. But you know, we could get over that, especially because the hosts were so accomodating, and there were flush toilets (bonus! after getting used to port-o-lets).
We couldn't get over the fact that the site had been double-booked with a Mexican wedding. A very large wedding that employed the talents of a mariachi band from 2 p.m. until midnight. I overstate--they did switch to dance music and techno (and, strangely enough, something that sounded like a Spanish-language cover of Flogging Molly for awhile, which we kind of enjoyed). But it was very loud. And very modern. And a total mood killer.
We made the best of it--our artillery crew demonstrated range charts by aiming for the bride's big white dress (using blank charges, obviously...though by about 10 p.m. we were contemplating the effects of a live round on the speaker system). After hours, we got the Electric Slide going in camp when they played it down the way. Eventually, we decided that the only way we were going to enjoy ourselves was if we could get louder than they were. So we started in on the Irish drinking songs and sea shanties, creating an eighteenth-century buffer between the rest of camp and the resounding joviality of the mariachi band.
And after they left? Recon mission for leftover cake. There wasn't any leftover cake...but we did bring bouquets of discarded roses and calla lilies back to camp.
**I do want to clarify--not trying to make any comment about the culture of the happy couple and their guests. This would have been just as annoying with any other kind of music from any other American subculture, from country-western to polka. But mariachi was just so incongruous with what we were doing that I couldn't help but laugh. **