Had an amazing time with friends at the Renaissance Festival this past weekend. It's quickly become a yearly tradition where coolness is determined by the size of your dragon wings. Where fantasy becomes reality and where you can stuff your face with anything on a stick and drink yourself silly on mead.
This was the first year I dropped in on the campsite, and as suspected, the medieval party just never ends.
This was the first year I dropped in on the campsite, and as suspected, the medieval party just never ends.
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