After much cajoling and a determined search to prove to Dan he would not need to dress up, I finally managed to convince him to take me to the Renaissance fair this year. Every year come June we see the signs advertising it, and every year I bounce around the car shouting, “Let’s go! Let’s go!” but it’s taken five years of living in this town to make the whopping ten-minute drive to the grounds.
By far my favorite part was Cirque du Sewer, a trained rats and cats show. I had seen it on the attractions list online and wanted to check it out, but it was by pure luck that we got to see it because we were walking in the area about fifteen minutes before the next showtime.
In true cat fashion, most of them didn’t want to participate in the tricks for the day–particularly one Pad Kee Meow, the cat on the far right stand above. They were all adorable, though, and for the kinds animals they are, I was impressed by both the rats and the cats–and the team’s ability to get them to do anything in the first place. (A lot of turkey was used to entice them, if we’re being honest–but still! Impressive!)
There was so much beautiful and fascinating stuff for sale, too, but the only thing I ended up getting was some food and a henna feather on my shoulder. I would have gotten quite a bit, but with a trip to Salem coming up at the end of the month, I made it a point to pull back on my spending. Even without throwing my money at every stand, though, the whole experience was a ton of fun. It was silly and exciting and impressive on so many levels. Even though dressing up wasn’t required like Dan had feared, so many people did come in costume and I was blown away by the craftsmanship and commitment of so many of them.
I ended up visiting my parents yesterday for Father’s Day, and I was vehement in telling my mom she needs to come next year because I think she’d love it. I know I plan on going again.