Okay, Folks. I know this is long overdue, and you’re most likely going to judge me for what I’m about to announce, but here it is: I’m not writing any more about the Renaissance Festival (sort of). It ends here. I make a pretty poor journalist after all!
Why am I ending it?
Because I don’t feel like finishing it.
It was too long ago that I went, and my ADD is saying, “I’M BORED!”. So, I’m going to sum things up super, duper fast and move on from this. And let’s be honest, people: the Renaissance Festival doesn’t necessarily have anything at all to do with Minnesota anyway, especially since all the people in it are from all over the country and do a festival in almost every single state. So… Here’s the ending:
I rode an elephant. Anyone who knows me and my ethics is going to be appalled by this statement. I rode an elephant. I’m not against riding elephants in general, just ones that are trained and forced to walk in a teeny tiny circle hundreds of times each day. I think it’s cruel and a bit of an abomination to nature to use majestic creatures like elephants as slaves to our unforgivable, greed-monger human habits. I rode the elephant because I had a desperate desire to know what their skin felt like. I wanted to know what it felt like to sit on one in comparison to a horse. These are stupid reasons to ride an elephant. I succumbed to the temptation. I shall never do it again, I promise.
So… We shot some arrows for three bucks. We threw some knives at a wall for two bucks. And we watched a pretty good knife throwing show with some very talented entertainers who were, indeed, funny and very, very gifted at what they do. It was quite impressive, and it ended our lovely day rather well. Kudos to entertainers who actually practice and work hard at their craft. Kudos!
And so, The End.
I want to move on now because I have other things I need to write and share.
Merlin's Rest
The Renaissance Festival
Poison Ivy
Skin damage from the poison ivy and the meds
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