Let us come up with some better names for this Faire. Here are a few:
1. Come as your Favourite Dungeons and Dragons Character
2. Boobs Are Us
3. Where's Dumbledore?
4. PaganFest 2009
5. Burning Pagan (Just like Burning Man, only less Pot and Chronic, and even less Mexicans)
6. Boobstock
7. Men In Tights
We're sure there are a few others.
Right off the bat at the Entrance, Birthday Girl decides to embarass us. She goes right up to the Lady taking our tickets, and the following takes place:
Birthday Girl: "Say, is this Renaissance Faire Byzantine or Carolingian?"
Lady with Fake Tushery Accent: "My Lady, I am sure that I do not know!"
Monica was going to come back if the Lady was still there and yellout, "Carolingian!"
Let's go to the pictures!
Here is a group of wierdos...uh, I mean historical re-enactors A.J. the iced-fruit vendor. He was almost as amusing as the show.
Apparently this guy's job was to lie passed out in the street. Sweet.
Apparently this guy's job was to lie passed out in the street. Sweet.
Wooden swords! Seven bucks a pop! Huzzah!
The jousting tournament. This guy was representing Scotland, but we weren't allowed to cheer for him as our section was assigned the German knight.
The jousting tournament. This guy was representing Scotland, but we weren't allowed to cheer for him as our section was assigned the German knight.
Our beloved A.J. frightening the non-costumed attendees. (Maybe if I just pretend to laugh he'll leave me alone!)
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