Nov. 25, 2017 at 1:37 a.m.
Imagine people from Shakespeare’s era transported into a Grateful Dead concert arena surrounded by Comic-Con habitués and the entire cast from Rocky Horror. Now add a layer of fake British accents, the only thing more annoying than fake Southern accents, and you have a pretty good idea of the milieu for the Renaissance Festival.
My wife Lisa and I journeyed to Magnolia – actually Todd Mission - for the first time together since our youngest, Timothy, wielded a light saber. Star Wars regalia are not out of place. The whole event is a mixture of Renaissance, fantasy, and the humanities faculty lounge at Oxford University.
That’s not to say we didn’t enjoy ourselves. If the scenery wasn’t enough entertainment, there were live performers. The sight of falcons swooping just above the heads of spectators was marvelous. Bagpipers roused the Irish in me. And if four belly dancers don’t stir your blood, you must be dead.
We dressed for the occasion. Preparations began a year ago when I helped my wife pick out a pattern for a costume. She labored like an "esne" for a month to create our outfits. I love dressing up. It’s why I went into amateur theatre. Next year I hope to become a character from one of Dickens’s many works in Galveston.
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