I took the day off this last Saturday, and Ame and I went to the “local” renaissance fair, Scarborough Fair. I try to make it out every year and I’ve brought Ame along the last three years now. The shows are getting a bit stale unfortunately, but I’m not sure that’s not because I’m getting older and the place really is for kids when you think about it, even as bawdy as it is.

This year I got Ame some neat clothes to go with some other clothes she got herself; My renaissance fashion (”Scarb Garb”) vocabulary is seriously lacking so we’ll just stick with the word ‘clothes.’ Ame got me a wooden katana to go with my wooden longsword I already have from previous trip. My old roommate, Matt, says they’re not real, but say they’re wooden.

Whenever I go somewhere there are tons of people, I’m bound to run into someone I know and this trip was no exception. We instantly recognized eachother and he even called me by name, but, and it’s honestly been bugging me ever since, I can’t remember his! All I could blurt out was something like, “hey it’s you, I know you too!” So, whoever you were, I’m sorry I couldn’t and still can’t remember your name. Don… Phil… ?

As with any trip through South Dallas on Interstate 35, you pass the Dallas Zoo. I’ve not actually been to the zoo itself, hearing that it’s not all that great – also it’s in South Dallas. But out front, there is a very prominent giraffe statue marking its entrance. I had passed it as simply a landmark a few times on my trips to and from college and my parent’s place in the Austin area without thinking much of it.

On a group trip to the renaissance fair several years ago, Allison pointed out the chest vagina and now I can never un-see it. I bust out laughing everytime and heartily announce and point to it like a perverse tour guide to whomever I’m with.

Chest Vagina! This zoom-in is horrible. Click the picture for a bigger version and you'll see what I'm talking about

After our outing we invited some friends over for Dungeons & Dragons, but that’s another post.

Thought I’d move to a place where my credit could stink and nobody would care
I just wish that somebody had told me that place was a Renaissance Fair!