This weekend I went to the New York Renaissance Faire. It was by far the best fair that I have ever been to. Everyone was friendly, people were dressed up, and they served alcohol. In my opinion, all of the other fairs can eat it.
The first activity of the day was some archery.
Mike went first because I severely doubted my aiming skills and wanted to see what I was up against. I’d give him a solid 8/10 for getting most of his arrows on the target. That’s fair, right?
Then it was my turn. Before I could even grab an arrow, I was informed that the bow was too big for me by one of the archer experts. On the inside, I took 6 steps back in life and was in middle school again. Turns out she was right. It was like a scene straight out of the Hunger Games. Self given 9/10 rating.
Just look at the focus and dedication.
I walked away with this fancy sticker badge and constantly reminded a certain someone about who he was dealing with. I may or may not have worn it for the rest of the day until I got home. I also might have saved it somewhere. Don’t judge me. Adults still like getting stickers for their accomplishments.
To redeem himself, Mike took a swing at, what I’m going to call, “The Mallet Game.” Creative, I know. He walked away with borderline knighthood and awarded half a badge.
For the rest of our time there, we saw a few shows and had lunch. I had a sausage and pepper roll with a $9 lemonade. It was probably the most expensive thing I bought that day.
Guess who got the turkey leg? It was steaming hot and delicious and definitely a favorite for faire-goers. I regret not going with the classic.
I found out later that the weekend was a mix between the renaissance and cosplay. It made sense considering we saw a lot of mythical costumes and a guy dressed as Indiana Jones.
We left the Ren Faire and headed to the PNC Bank Arts Center to see the Oddball Comedy Tour. By see, I mean that we sat on the lawn miles away from the stage and watched comedians from a blurry projection screen. As we sat on the damp blanket, I missed my nice, dry couch. It was such a great day, that the blanket didn’t phase me THAT much. I know for future lawn sittings to bring a dry blanket of my own.
Home by midnight, I stuffed some food in my face and went to bed. Not too bad for last minute plans.
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