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I went to the Renaissance Festival in Plantersville, Texas this weekend. It was a magical experience. It was like taking a trip back through time, where people dressed not in traditional medieval attire, but rather a pseudo goth, Hot Topic version of a time that never existed.
There were the usual novelties, like knife throwing, axe throwing, bow and arrow shooting, and elephant riding. To the jaded youth, these activities would seem “lame.” But to alcohol fueled knuckleheads like myself and Mr. Travis Barry, it was simply the greatest thing on Earth.
Here are the pictures:
Fucking epic, huh? I remeber thinking, "How can someone not have fun at the Renaissance Festival?"
The saddest man to ever eat popcorn.
And the saddest shopkeeper.
This picture cracks me up.
Look at this Angry Gus. What's his problem?
Ok, I wasn't going to post this incredibly gay picture of me, except the woman on my left is hilariously weird... and for shoulder holding, there's an awkwardly long distance between me and that dude.
Gandalf the wasted.
Tee-hee! You know, the chick on the right probably isn't over 18... but I wouldn't mind taking a gander up that frock.. WITH MY COCK.
Joke ruined.
This guy is very photogenic. And I'm getting drunker....
Cheers, Mr. Barry. Frozen margaritas were quite the delicacy back in the olden times.
He may be the executioner, but I wasn't going to let him kill my buzz!
Some people used the Renaissance Festival as an excuse to dress really slutty. In this case, it was acceptable.
Officially drunk.
Look at those pancake titties. They're about to spill on me.
Love the dude with the shades on the left.
Where is her hand going?! "Around my balls!" I'm hoping.
Hahaha, notice how uncomfortable we both look. That's because this guy was as creepy as he looked. Great costume.
That girl behind me is so wasted she passed out on the tree.
This guy means business!
Best costumes. Hands down.