AND THEN SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA GO TO THE RENAISSANCE FAIRE

the holbrooks LOVE a good fair. county fair, state fair, hemp fair, don't matter. we love them all, the cheesier the better. 

our little town in idaho held a renaissance fair every year that we attended rain or shine. (and it was always raining. we called it the rain fair, you know, cause we're funny.) moscow was a perfect storm of shakespeare and nerdiness, so the ren fair was especially good. there was a thriving community of duelers in town who'd show up to east city part twice a week in a truck rigged out to look like a castle--complete with drawbridge!--which would then unload a large group of chain mail warriors and busty fairy wenches onto the lawn for giant battles. wooden swords covered in foam, iambic pentameter, potions and spells, the whole nutter thing. it was sort of the best thing in my life. 

so when brandon suggested we drive into the country to attend the new york renaissance faire this weekend, i was like . . .  but no, we don't dress up. we are only there to appreciate the culture.

honestly, i am not joking. there is no more delightful group of people than the ren faire people. we just love them. from the depths of our very souls.

p.s. huck feels this way about car rides.