A FAIRE VICTORY OVER THE PENNY-PINCH

Good day! Pants and I, after much deliberation, decided to attend what was to be the last day of the Renaissance Pleasure Faire. It was between this and a hike in the woods. Either choice we would encounter 97 degree heat while walking for miles. In such circumstances, we decided we'd rather browse for goblets and ringbelts while eating ice cream. As a result we made the pilgrimage to the Faire in Irwindale (a perfect name for the town hosting the fair—a dork's name.) with all the necessary accoutrements to fight off the scorching heat. The pictures say more than any anything. CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL EXPOSEE! Fare thee well; I must away!


Nancy with Giant Turkey Leg


Fuckin' Maiden




Nobleman with ice cream


These Wenches were singing "I would walk 500 Miles" by The Proclaimers. The chorus was sung hand-up church style

RENAISSANCE FARE

Pants, myself, La Beautiful, Max "The Gentle Giant" Warsh, and Julie "I love the OC" Lequin, all were counting on going to the Renaissance Fair this weekend until we found that the entry fee was a whopping $25. O c'mon! Surely folk jacked up on Dr. Pepper pretending to speak Middle English couldn't have cost that much to employ! This fee would have been only the beginning. We probably would have had to convert our dollars to "shillings" and spend more money on mutton or something. I was planning on dressing like I was from the 'future' but I guess my antics will have to wait when fatter checks come in the mail. Those of us who are L.A. natives spent the afternoon with our mothers instead. Just as well. The Mothers would have been offended knowing that we ditched them for Jello Shots with King Arthur. You don't think it's just wine in those goblets do you?