I Get You, Shakespeare

Today I went to the Renaissance Festival and if indeed you care or happen to be intrigued, keep reading. Besides, some of my pictures are totally worth seeing. Pinky promise with a cherry on top.

Good day, thy darlings.

This was the entrance to the festival, which is located about 12 miles outside Greensburg, Pennsylvania, in a town called West Newton. I hadn't been to the RenFest since I was in high school, but I'll never forget how our little field trip got rained out and our teachers asked us if we would like to go to a buffet instead. All of my classmates thought it was a dream come true. Whatevs.

Approximately 7 years later, I finally decided to round up my mom and sister for my trek back to thy good ol' Shakespearean times. I'm glad I did because they appreciated the costumes, the language . . . 

Poor Whitey.

. . . and the jousting, of course. I, however, was not able to watch the jousting for longer than 20 minutes because the poor white horse (I named him Whitey) did not want to be there. I even got a little upset because Whitey had an itch on his leg and the "prince" wouldn't let him itch it. What a mean prince. I'm glad he lost the match.

Jim Carrey Jr.

This beggarbum was one of the highlights of my day. He kept slamming his bone on the ground and insulting people. "Is that you, little lady? Didn't recognize ya with your clothes on," he said with a wink to one passerby. Hilarious. Even more hilarious? The air freshner around his neck! Air freshner necklace, anyone? I just may have to patent that.

"I hope there aren't any bugs in here . . ."

Here is a photo of me in a 300ish-year-old tree. (Hey, what a nice little rhyme.)

There are three trees in the "Enchanted Forest" that are said to have been planted in the 1700s. Craziness. It's difficult to comprehend that that tree has outlived so many people, and it is pretty much guaranteed to outive me because anyone who cuts this guy down belongs in jail. Seriously.

All hail thy king and queen!

The royal procession took place right before we left. All I can say is that I really respect all of these people for making the effort to portray what it was like to live in Shakespeare's era. It takes dedication, passion, and skill--no doubt about it.

If you're a writer, make an effort to go to this fair because aside from it being full of food and entertainment, it gives you an idea of the setting in which the great Shakespeare lived and wrote. Talk about inspiration.

Now if you'll excuse me, I shall go read "Twelfth Night, or What You Will." Fare thee well.

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Link it up: www.pittsburghrenfest.com