Last month I did a few things outside writing, working and worrying. The usual "W" things I tend to do, not necessarily in that order. I went to the Renaissance Festival nearby with some friends. We had a fun time. One of my friends had never been to one before so she was more than surprised by the chaos that made up the day. She also didn't understand how pirates and Vikings fit into the mixture but then she went with it after the first pirate swaggered up and pretended to be Captain Jack. Pretty little boy dressed well who flirted madly with all the girls and women. The Vikings had Raggedy Ann orange wigs and thankfully didn't bother with us. She was mildly interested in the costumes until she found out that a little cute steel ribbed corset ran nearly 150 bucks and that was just one piece of costumes that seemed to have a half dozen or more pieces to be 'authentic'. I think that explained the pirates rather well.
I've been to Renaissance Festivals in California, Nevada, Michigan and Florida. They have gone from free and fun to progressively more and more spendy. I was proud to get away with just buying entrance ticket and gyros for lunch ('ye olde' gyros?? so not Renn Fair foods of old - used to be turkey legs and meat pies along with lots and lots of beer. The beer is still there but the food is like any state fair now just as pricey too). I gathered most folks spend on average $100. I don't think so. There was nothing I needed that much. At all.
But I wasn't able to catch all the oddities on camera like the lady who was dressed as a belly dancer and I wasn't sure if she was pregnant or just looked like mid second trimester carrying triplets. The Vikings and pirates eluded me because I was too busy snickering. But this was one of the 'entertainers' that wander through the fair. I kept teasing our other friend she just found a new boyfriend. She didn't swear at me because her 21 month old boy tends to repeat all the 'new words' mommy says.
He walked on stilts and did puppetry stuff that included 'pooping' candy and toys out along with silly string used as urine. Low humor to say the least. Naturally the kids all love him. I on the other hand walked faster.
Okay...time to write. Just looking at this month knowing it soon will disappear in the rear view mirror.
