This past weekend, I went to my first ever Renaissance Festival! My friend (Jaime)'s dad is an amazing potter who shows at the festival (check it), so she put the bug in our ears. Given that I am a Rice nerd, Joseph was a little shocked I hadn't been before, but 'twas the truth! We packed up the car for the weekend and headed out, and I have to say it was a total blast.
The first night, the 8 of us that were camping together sat around our little fire, drank, ate delicious chili courtesy of Ericka, and then wandered the grounds a bit. After being frightened away from a community bonfire by some amateur fire dancers, we decided our little camp was maybe the best (read: safest) place to hang out. Plus, there was still chili in the crock pot.
The next morning we were a little slow-going, but Joseph's taco-making skillz and some early morning mead cheered us up:
His utilikilt helped, too.
The theme was Bacchanalia, but I decided to go a little bit gypsy and a little bit "whatever's comfortable to wear while eating and drinking everything in sight":
And then off we went! I won't give you all the nitty-gritty details, but the highlights were definitely: baby goats, food, beer, food, and a glass-blowing show (well, and the wonderful company, obviously).
SO CUTE. There were no ducks, which was sad, but I survived.
|Turkey legs and fried 'shrooms!|
Glass thing I bought at the glass-blowing show! Bonus hot lady glass-blower not pictured.
|Coolest vase ever.|
After lots more food, plenty o' beer, a Brazilian booty-shaking show (I know. What?), and hours of people-watching, we ate one more time just to be safe:
|Best picture ever. Jaime and I were very happy indeed.|
and retreated to our campsite to rest our feet and chat some more before bed.
November 'tis the month to be thankful, and I am more thankful than I can say for friends, fried things, Guinness, and showers after a weekend outside.