Labor Day weekend was a busy one in the Geek household. Besides the 23-ish mile bike ride we took (Elgin-Algonquin on the Fox River Trail, lovely), we went to The Renaissance Faire (Ren-Faire for all you insiders) for Meredith’s birthday. That was a fairly convoluted sentence; I apologize…
It was my first trip to the Ren Faire. First of all, let me just say to the corset-wearers that there is “lifting” and there is “smushing to the point of mutilation.” I can’t give a definitive opinion here, but your boobs are only attractive insomuch as they look like actual boobs. If they look like porkchops duct-taped tightly to your chest, well… ick.
But don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t have a problem with fat chicks in corsets. I can see the appeal, really. What drives me to the point of shooting spree is the Fake British Accent. Just please hand over Myne Bagell Dogge and spare me the theatrics.
And dudes in tights. I have a problem with dudes in tights.
Jay was deeply offended by the presence of pirates at the Ren Faire and he also didn’t care for the numerous sprites and faeries. I guess he’s more of a realist, and even though pirates may have actually existed during the renaissance, they probably weren’t hanging around England. I guess pirates are pretty trendy this year, but you have to draw the line somewhere… Otherwise, what’s to prevent the Klingons from showing up?