The Renaissance Faire

Ian and I went to the Renaissance Faire up in Tuxedo yesterday and, man, was it fun!

I’ve wanted to go back to the Faire for years – I hadn’t been there since my freshman year of college when a bunch of guys I knew back then decided to go and make a camping trip out of it.  There were five of us all crammed into one car along with all the things necessary for a week-end of camping – the tent, sleeping bags, toilet paper, the cooler of beer, the stockpiles of food, bug spray, matches; you name it, we had it.

Anyway, Phil, the college buddy who was driving, knew this secluded place in Bear Mountain that no one was supposed to use.  It was off the highway, in the woods and down a dirt road.  We had to leave the car about a hundred yards from the actual site and carry everything, but it was worth it!  The actual site was awesome!  It was a smallish, flat-topped island created by the crossing of several streams.  The island was mostly treeless, but was covered nonetheless with a carpet of leaves and twigs from the surrounding trees.  Toward one side were these two trees spaced perfectly apart for a hammock; in fact someone at some point in the past actually put these large hooks in the trees to hang a hammock from!  There was a good-sized space near the middle of the island perfect for setting up our tent and a few feet off to one side was a stone ring that someone had fashioned that was obviously used for campfires, judging from the accumulated ash inside the ring.

It took a couple of trips to unload Phil’s car and less than 90 minutes later, the camp was set and a fire was going.  We set up some lawn chairs, opened some beers and started roasting some hot dogs.   It wasn’t long before someone passed a joint around and between that and the beer, we started feeling really good.  Sometime after the third beer and the second hot dog, one of the guys got up and wandered off to take a piss.  When he come back he was holding his shirt, his pants were still unzipped, and his cock hanging out.  He took his empty seat as if nothing was out of the ordinary.  It wasn’t long after that that we were all naked and having fun.  After all, five horny guys in the woods and a little weed – when wouldn’t it turn into a sausage fest?

Anyway, that had been a great trip and made my first time at the Renaissance Faire one to remember.  I’ve told Ian about the Faire a few times, and he finally agreed to go.

Ian drove and by the time we got to the fair site, the second parking lot was nearly full.  Inside the Faire, it was like being transported to some Medieval English village with lots of 21^st century tourists.  Many of the young women were in short shorts and tiny tees, looking more like they were ready for the beach instead of a day walking among people dressed in peasant garb and armor.  There was this one guy dressed in full armor that must have cost him hundreds, if not thousands of dollars!  He had the complete outfit – tunic, cloak, helmet, metal gloves and sword!  Others were dressed in elaborate costumes pretending to be royalty.  Lots of little girls were dressed as princesses and little fairies with wings (or fairy princesses) and many of the little boys had wooden swords and shields that were sold in several of the shops.  In addition to that, other shops were selling all sorts of things from handmade soaps and candles to hand-blown glass and jewelry, there were the weapons vendors and all manner of food sellers.  Of course it wouldn’t have been a faire if there hadn’t been events to watch like the living chess game, knife-throwing and archery demonstrations and the games of chance and skill.  But the best thing was the joust at the end of the day!  I loved watching those men on those beautiful horses trying to unseat each other with their long poles!

 

I loved spending the day with Ian doing something a little out of the ordinary.  Tomorrow, we might do the San Gennero Festival in Little Italy!  That promises to be fun!