Ren Fest

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I almost gave Ren Fest a miss this year, but the day was too nice and a little folding money from a couple of birthday cards was calling out for olden times. Or pseudo-olden times anyway.










This eccentric performance was Mo at the Pirate Plunge. I don't know what the pose was, but she did it a bunch of times, including while the guy was trying to hook her up. Then, as soon as she was hooked up, she said 'Whoah!' and dove on her face. He was 'Is she okay?' And I said, yeah, she's just squirrelly from waiting around to be flung.

It's a long wait, too. They could set up a second Pirate Plunge right next to it, have eight people going at a time and they'd still probably have a line. I'd go, too, if they'd add more bungees to go past that pesky 200lb weight limit.









I asked what was in the hookah, but it was only tobacco. If you're going to do that to your lungs, it ought to be opium. Grass at the very least.









Once again, both girls refused to ride an elephant with their Dad. Go figure. But Mo did ask to ride a camel, and seemed to enjoy it.










I made the same mistake I made last year of going the same weekend as the NASCAR races at the Kansas Speedway. There were signs warning of heavy traffic at 6:00, so even though we were exhausted at 6:00, we stayed the final hour to avoid the worst of the mayhem. By which time Mo was a few clicks past whiny.