Will’s birthday week concluded yesterday at the Michigan Renaissance Festival, an annual southeast Michigan event of, um, fake historical fun. We’ve been a couple of times before, and both Will and Annette enjoy it quite a bit. Myself, I have kind of a Homer Simpson attitude about the whole thing. As long as I have a chance to drink some beer and eat several different kinds of meat, I too am a happy camper.
I put together this little flip video movie about the whole thing:
A few thoughts not captured in the video:
- As far as I can tell, one of the requirements for working at the RenFest is you have to have some sort of facial piercing. Honest to God, every person I had to deal with at a booth or a food stand or whatever had lip rings or nose rings or lip rings with chains that hooked up to nose rings.
- There are obviously some people who go to this every weekend who spend a bit too much money on their costumes. I won’t pretend to know what the line is between “excited fan” and “nut job,” but I’m pretty sure we saw some people crossing over on Saturday.
- The funniest bit of the whole thing I didn’t film, which was the Washing Well Wenches, who, judging from this web site, appear to be kind of a franchise of Renaissance festivals around the country.
- And now, Will’s birthday week is over. He is officially into double-digits.