You know what I've noticed? I don't keep this blog up like I do the Chronicle blog. You know why I think that is? I'm lazy and conceivably drunk most of the time. But mostly lazy.
Brushing past all that ...
Kara and I went to the Renaissance Festival this weekend, in celebration of my birthday. I can't help loving that place. It makes me wish that everyday life was like that. You've got people wandering around wearing chainmail and other barely-there garments with absolutely no regard for whether or not they've "got the body for it," and people are happy and having a good time, oblivious to the staring and gawking around them.
I imagine that's what it feels like to be Paris Hilton.
I think the best part of Ren Fest, though, is the food. Where else can you walk around with a giant turkey leg and not look like a spaz? Try it at Thanksgiving. Cold stares.
Then there are the toys. Most years, I manage to avoid deluding myself into thinking I, too, can master the overly complicated routines and skills required to use such an item. This year, however, I convinced myself that I could, in fact, master the sphere. It's cool, it's awesome, it requires dexterity and coordination, but most of all it requires practice and that, my friends, is where I will fall short.
Ah, Ren Fest ... how you taunt me. But I do enjoy your turkey legs and funnel cakes. And if I occasionally end up with a $40 plastic ball, so be it! It's worth it, just to be among my own kind.
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My 14 year old son went to the Ren Fest on Sunday. I only had a couple of rules for him. 1. Dont use the digital camera for evil, I do not want to see 1/2 naked women who should be fully clothed trapped in my camera. 2. Dont buy it unless you know how to and will use it. He came home with not much more than a good time.
Glad you had fun.
Holy crap. That video? Awesomeness.
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