Currently Listening: Cherry Bomb - Joan Jett
As promised, I took pictures it the faire today, and also as promised, I will tell you about them.
When we walked in, and paid our two dollar admission, (by "We" I mean my grandpa and I), we were given a sticker that said "Perishables: Treat with Care" No, I do not have a picture.
Anyway, The guy giving out stickers gave one to my grandpa, then said "I'm sorry sir, we've run out of stickers, so your daughter will have to stay with me." While holding mine on his finger. Then, I obviously looked strange, because he handed me a sticker without further word.
This is why I will never have a husband.
I'd have to find someone who thinks that my strangness is normal.
I'd have to find someone who thinks that my strangness is normal.
He'd also have to put up with-
How about I save this for another blog?
Anyway, they first thing we saw when we set foot on the grounds, was the jousting. Which wasn't that great, however, it was still jousting. The lances were about an inch and a half thick, and the horses were rescued animals from the humane society. The knights where not rude like they have been in past years though, and they jousted, shattering their flimsy lances into splinters of wood; which were later gathered up, signed by the knights, and sold to people for five dollars.
(When we got home, and I told my grandma about that, she said "If I'm going to pay money for something like that, it better have been signed by King Arther himself.")
My grandpa and I wondered around aimlessly for about an hour and a half, looking at everything.
I also got to see several fake rocks.
Who gets fake rocks for anything? Fake rocks?! Fake! Rocks! I think that I was the only one weirded out by this. People sat on the fake rocks. People walked past the fake rocks. People kicked the fake rocks. Totally obiblious.
The whole time we where there, I watched the fake rocks from the corner of my eye, ready to grab the nearest sharp object should it jump up and try to dominate the world with it's fake rockness.
Or maybe, it would start crying and yelling "I'm so confused!" when the real rocks called it names; because fake rocks can never become real rocks. It's a law of nature. Now, it it wanted to become a tree stump, that's a different storey altogether.
So back to today. There where a lot of people with swords and daggers of course, but the quality was crap. There was no way that any sword at the faire could ever be used in real combat. They would be broken with the first touch of a real sword. No, scratch that, the real sword would show up, and the flimsy one would just shatter at the sight of it. Kind of like the fake rock with the real rock.
I still like to play with them though.
A sword in a sword as long as it's sharp and pointy.
Probably my favorite part about the faire, are the signs. Like this one.
Places like comic con, and the national gaming competition have signs like these, and it's not looked on a weird at all, so why not the Renaissance faire.
Every time I look at it, it makes me smile.
However, I looked for the dragons. I wanted a sexy dragon guy to bring home with me, but all I could find was a girl in mascot dragon suite. So that was a bust.
I also looked for Camelot, and was told that I was off my head by some knights who where drinking coffee.
That's okay though, I wouldn't know how to explain the dragon chained to my bed to my mom anyway.
I only saw this guy once, when he was telling some kids that he could only make animals from balloons.
I think he was supposed to be a jester.
I also think that he does a bad job at being a jester.
Maybe he and the fake rock should get together, and form a union or something.
The owl in the picture didn't want to go to the guy when he was called.
The halk just flew away.
Really. When he was released from his cage, the halk flew to it's perch, but soon after, flew away to a really tall tree outside the grounds.
The bird man was talking about how halks have brilliant eyesight, and hunt rabbits. then he said, "Release the rabbit!" and a tow car with bunny ears entered the stadium, and the halk swooped down on it and held on, even after the car started to move again. So the halk clawed the 'rabbit', who was apparently a zombie, until the birdman gave him a treat to let go.
This in chainmail. Chainmail is amazing. We applaud the chainmale. However, this chainmail is rusty. The chainmail is still amazing.
Not only does it protect knights in battle, but it looks good while protecting the knights in battle.
Say it with me.
The. Chainmail. Is. Amazing.
That is all.
They were selling her though, and as a doll collector, I had to drool over her.
Drool
Drool
Drool
Drool
Drool
Now, every year that I'ce been to the renassance faire, there is a place called "Mad Dogs Tavern" and they, in my opinion, have the best drink at the faire.
Homemade lemonade.
You can make this lemonade at home, is a cup of sugar, and a cup of lemon juice; but here, you get a nifty bottle to go with it.
I now have two.
(Also, in the picture, if you look closly, you can see the reflection of my grandpa, and me takeing the picture)
I have saved the best for the last, and I must say, it is the best costume that I have ever seen. Ever.
*Brumroll please*
Ta da!
This man is on stilts, dressed as an Int from The Lord of the Rings. How cool is that!
I love that he put so much betailing into it.
If I wasn't afriad that I might make him fall down, I would have hugged him.
That's how much I loved the costume.
I just thought that this picture was cool. It's like he's grabbing for something, but he's not.
The sun was at just the right angle and everything.
That's all the pictures from the faire. I was to busy enjoying it to take photos of everything.
In case you were wondering though, the awswer to yesterdays riddle was Air.
You can't live without air, and air sings.
I'll blog tommorow too, hopefully. and I have a picture of wickles. You have to wait till tommorow to find out was wickles are though.
I'm going to go crawl in the bed.
Goodnight.
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