7.16.2005

there were no cameras in the renaissance...

Can you believe I went to a renaissance festival and forgot my camera? Atrocities abounded, but I have no photographic evidence. Oops.

4 comments:

sue said...

my senior trip in highschool was a ticket to the renaissance fair in houston. my class was the last to go ever because one of my senior classmates ripped off someone's watch from another room and wouldn't confess - that's catholic shool for ya! my memories include: an awesome wax impression of my hand in black, eating a giant turkey leg, wearing flowers in my hair, and almost getting felt up by one of the faeries - so hippy, yet so barbaric!

Derek said...

A true American Tragedy! I am so sad I will not be able to view the wonderous terrors!

Sarah said...

Polly, I promise I'll post some of the pics from my camera later today. You should be able to share some of the atrocities we saw yesterday!

ted d. said...

I think you "forgot" your camera on purpose.

My memories of RF: Somewhere near Cupertino/SFO, my grandmother made me a wool sweater, bought a beret and tights. I petted animals, went to the privy and my grandfathers made out with the beer wench.