Saturday we made our annual visit out to the Renaissance Festival. Probably the most surprising thing turned out to be that none of us got blotto. That’s saying a lot considering some of the folk you’ll see there (and it’s usually the ones that don’t actually work there that tend to be the weirdest).
One reason for the lack of blottoness may have been that we were more selective in our beer this year knowing that there were supposed to be multiple stands selling Flat Earth. So once we filled up at one and started our wandering about, we couldn’t get another beer until we found another stand selling Flat Earth. Probably also contributing to that was the fact that at least some of us got really blotto last year and as fun as that is when you’re doing it, dealing with it later on in the day isn’t so fun.
Anyway, we found that there were at least four stands selling Flat Earth’s Belgian Pale Ale along with some serving Woodchuck cider, a refreshing drink on a warm day, and what we had considered might only be a myth – one stand selling at least four of Schell’s products including Pale Ale and Firebrick.
Interestingly, just down the way was from the Schell’s selling stand was the Catacombs & Torture Chambers. For a buck we decided to go in and see what they had to offer. It was similar to something Mag and I had seen somewhere before, although where exactly is still something we’re trying to remember, in that it depicted various torture methods used in the past. While interesting, the best part however though was having a family behind us in which Dad was trying to make up stories that were G rated versions of the visuals for his two young daughters. For example, the one in which a man’s head is enclosed in a cage with rats, according to Dad those rats were just whispering in the man’s ears (instead of chewing them off).
Although we watched fewer shows this year than in the past it was still a good time. Because really, what wouldn’t be good about wandering around on a beautiful day, drinking good beer, eating a gigantic turkey leg and smoking a cigar?