Beware the wandering breeze... and bending over injudiciously...
We undertook the Celtic Fling at the Pennsylvania Renfaire, and enjoyed it. I found that taking frequent rests, and shutting down Herself's habit of marching from one side of the faire to the other, made it more than tolerable.
We met friends there, long time participants, who assured me a spot at their traditional table near the bar... and table service for the ale.
What's not to like? We plan on going back any day we are able this season. As such, Herself is breaking out the garb, and I find myself trotting quickly to keep up in that vein.
Here we have me in a kilt, and I can laugh (which you see) after having seen myself so adorned.
I find laughing at myself to be so much easier these days.
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Herself still says you are the handsomest thing I have ever laid eyes on. I am honored to have you adorn my arm at Faire.
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