Welcome to my Wonderful Week of Guest Bloggers! I needed some well deserved time off from blogging to recharge my brain and deal with some issues that have come up. I wanted to reserve the very first spot for Menopausal Mother. She is one of my very favorite bloggers and we are also good friends! Facebook actually decided that it would send friend requests on behalf of people, and apparently the powers that be have excellent judgement in thinking we could be great friends! Anyone who would happen to witness some of our Facebook chat conversations would probably either shake their head in disbelief, laugh hysterically, or call the mental health professionals to take us away to the funny farm! If we ever got together in real life, the world may very well never be the same! Marcia Doyle blogs under the pseudonym Menopausal Mother. Here is a little bit about her blog:Menopausal Mother’s blog is the musings on the good, the bad and the ugly side of menopausal mayhem. She feels like a thirty-something woman trapped inside the body of a middle-aged, menopausal mama. Laughter is her best defense against the aging process. If you like off-the-wall humor, then be sure to visit this hostess of the nut house at http://Menopausalmother.blogspot.com
I’ll admit it. I’m a renaissance geek. When the Ren-Fest comes to town every year, I don my diva princess gown and dust off the pirate costumes and kilts. The Hubs is not as enthusiastic about going, but after several yards of ale, he gets right into character and joins the pub sing. If you’ve ever wanted to step into a time travel machine and be transported back to the renaissance era, this is the festival for you. If you like cleavage and kilts, drinking and debauchery, you’ll want to pack your corset and bloomers and move right into their encampment.
Diva princess enjoying a naughty libation.
There is nothing more entertaining to me than seeing the Hubs in a manly pirate costume, smuggling his bottle of rum in a Hello Kitty backpack when he enters the festival.
Who wants rum? Meow!
There’s never a dull moment at these yearly events, because you never know what to expect. First of all, you have to prepare yourself for the privies, because you may encounter this:
Not a fun place to be at the end of the day when it’s 80 degrees outside.
Poop ladies on patrol!
After seeing THAT, you’ll need a libation.
Did they really have frozen mojitos back in the renaissance days?
After drinking a few of those, you might start seeing this:
There’s plenty of things to see and do at the renaissance festival: jousting, mud shows, ax throwing, fairies, men in tights, armored warriors, toothless people performing comedy acts and more fairy-dusted cleavage than a Playboy magazine.
If you are calorie conscious, you’d better skip the Ren-Fest and stick to your treadmill. It wouldn’t be a renaissance festival without the traditional turkey legs, corn on the cob and deep fried EVERYTHING.
When the sun starts to set on the land of Lords and Ladies, the tipsier patrons stumble out of the festival, discard their alter egos and return to 2013. I’m always a little sad when the troupe packs up their tents and leaves town after their six week stint.
This guy REALLY stepped out of his time warp comfort zone!
If a renaissance festival ever comes to your town, dust off that Halloween princess dress, show off some cleavage and enjoy a bit of debauchery. Huzzah!