I really need to start remembering to bring my camera with me when we go places. I love my camera, I really do. It takes beautiful pictures and when I actually remember to bring it with me, I’m always so so so happy with how the photos turn out. The actual remembering to bring it with me is the hard part.
Take this weekend for example. Well, not today because all I did was code and code and code but yesterday – yesterday would have been a great day for my camera. We went to the Renaissance Festival in Annapolis, which was awesome. For one thing – it is huge. And there are a gazillion people. I think it may have been more enjoyable with about a quarter fewer people, but still. We went with our buddy Isaac, who has been friends with Eric for forever (he’s our Best Man) and I’ve known since the first day of freshman year at OSU. He just moved to DC, which we are thrilled about, because a) he’s awesome and b) we love him and c) it’ll be way easier to press him into service in my paper flower and pinwheel assembling wedding sweatshop this way. I’m kidding. I think.
Anyway, it was Isaac’s idea to go to RenFest since we always went in Ohio. And I’m so glad we did, because we had such a good time! Some of the costumes were amazing – my personal favorite was the knight staggering around with two black arrows sticking out of his chest. Some of the costumes were pretty standard, and some where just … I don’t know. Maybe it’s the part of me that majored in Medieval and Renaissance Studies, or maybe it’s the part of me who doesn’t understand the itty-bitty uber-sexualized Halloween costumes for women, but I’m not sure what part about the Renaissance inspires people to dress up in just a corset, tutu, and fishnets. Oh, and horns. You can’t forget the horns.
(I also don’t understand turkey legs at a Renaissance Festival. There is nothing medieval about a turkey leg. But I digress.)
Let’s see … we watched a show, saw a witch trial (I was just waiting for the Monty Python references, but they never came), and attended a tournament. The tournament was my favorite part, even though I was sitting in front of these girls who were just … ugh. Seriously, they were asking WHY THEY WERE HITTING EACH OTHER WITH STICKS during the joust. Because it’s a JOUST. And they are called LANCES. The knight I picked to win actually won, which was exciting. But then when we were leaving and heading back to the car, he was leading his horse through the parking lot along with some of the other knights and their squires (yes. I did really just say that) and he started screaming at people to get out of his way. I looked at Eric and said, “I guess there really are no true knights.”
(Seriously, there’s no better time than right after a tournament to pull out the George RR Martin references. Just like there’s no better place than a Renaissance Fair to let my geek out. Which I did. Often.)
We had such a great day. Eric and I drove home and worked out some finer plot points for my Nanowrimo project. We snuggled up on the couch and ate pumpkin pie and watched puppies on Animal Planet, and I looked around at our little house and couldn’t help but realize how much I love where we are in life right now. I couldn’t be happier. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.