Next is Ligia, our Colombian mastermind. She somehow manages to put up with my brother and still smile at the end of the day. I take this to mean that Colombian women are super resilient.
Then there's me. You know too much about me already.
Last is Little Brother. Okay, okay...he has a name. And just to keep a mild racial tinge going in this post, Michael and I are pasty, reserved French Canadians, both with some Swede mixed in--which is weird; we both got that from our separate fathers. Mom? Want to tell us something?
So this was our gang last weekend. Kias and I both left Boston for Charlotte at separate times just to make my brother have to plan more. He's the kind of guy who likes an itinerary.
Which is why I was barely in the state for an hour when we found ourselves at the Carolina Renaissance Festival.
Underestimation #1: I thought I would hate going to a ren fair.
Nope. North Carolina, I was in geek heaven. I really liked it.
|Per Wikipedia, it's a fictional village named Fairhaven.|
|I won't lie--stilt boy was hot.|
|We immediately volunteered Kias.|
|*crosses "be part of balancing/juggling troupe" off bucket list*|
|What ren fair would be complete without a joust?|
|We weren't supposed to cheer for this guy, but Ligia and I both know |
when there's a hot bad guy in the haus (wink, wink).
|I have about 80 pics like this; I'll spare you. It's much better in person.|
|Did you doubt my ability to find sheep wherever I go?|
|Award for best job at the fair...|
|She was transcendentally beautiful.|
|My unicorn was taken away at airport security.|
|I learned that there are people who travel with the fair. |
After a while, it's hard to know who's a carny, and who's legit.
|Award for best father-daughter costumes...|
|There was a strong man contest. We totally cheered |
|You can't see it in this tiny picture, but the thinger just hit the bell. Kias is strong like bull.|
|Shit got real when Ligia pointed out what she wants for Christmas.|
|I may have become slightly enamored with these guys. The London Broil.|
|That chick was very, very scared.|
|Matt Connolly of The London Broil |
(not that I cyberstalked him to find his name or anything...)
|We may have headed back to see a second joust. |
This was a sad moment for Ligia and me.
|One very disappointed wench. We're from New England. |
We don't cheer loudly. We apologize.
|Sometimes I'm sad that we don't look more alike.|
|And then someone teases us and we have the same reaction.|
|"Ligia, look concerned! We're worried about our empire!" |
(Yes, I said that. She is kind of the coolest sister in law ever.)
Wait. What? Kias photobombed us.
|Kias, Kias baby...|
To be resumed in part II...