I learned a valuable lesson this weekend: go to the Renaissance Festival on a cooler day. You will feel better and also save money on bottled water. (Did you know the RenFest has a monopoly on water? They do. If you’re seen with a cup of water, they can shut down whoever gave it to you. That’s not cool.)
Anyway. Jennie had gone in April, but since she’s so awesome she agreed to go again with me this past weekend, Obby in tow.
It was pirate weekend, and we were suitably pirated-out. I had an umbrella covered with skulls and crossbones, and what I thought was a piratey outfit, but in actuality I looked more like a gypsy with a kooky umbrella. Oh, well.
Jennie wore the pirate hat. She made a better pirate than I.
In true piratical fashion, she attempted to deal with some fairies.
There was an epic fan battle.
The fairies fled.
We happened upon them later.
Then there was a long walk, some frozen lemonade, a pickle, potato chips, and a nice long lie-down under a tree while hydrating, so that I didn’t pass out (it was a real threat). The tree was so pretty. I got to look at it for a while.
Pretty. Some guy asked if I was meditating, and took my photo. So weird.
After recovering from the heat a bit, we actually did stuff.
Saw the Barely Balanced folks (they are so cool).
Drank some tea at the teahouse, noodled around a bit.
Observed the pirate auction (yes, there were pirates).
Sadly, the heat kept most folks away. Normally, I don’t mind small crowds, but I could’ve done without the heat.
Before leaving, Obby indulged in some beef jerky.
Yep. Going way earlier in the year next time. It’s less fun when it’s all hot outside.