Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Chest tattoos of a royal crest.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
How do you measure, a year since Ren Fest?

In corsets, in chainmail, in pale skin,
In a leather codpiece,
In furries, in pony play and other sexual fetishes that are awkward at best.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
How do you measure
A year since Ren Fest?


I don't know what to say about this year's trip to Ren Fest besides that it was a lot of fucking look. But like, a lot. Becca, Geoff, an assortment of Geoff's friends, Alex and I went to Ren Fest almost a month ago and to be completely honestly with you, I haven't written about it yet because I'm still trying to wrap my head around most of what happened. It was just...a lot. I remember waking up the morning of and thinking, "Oof, I hope I didn't build this up too much for Alex. And I hope it's just as fun as last year and not one of those things that's fun to do once, but that's it." OH, MEGGLES. Youmy sweet, yet incredibly simple friendworry too much. Because take last year's trip to Ren Fest, add more alcohol, add more fried foods, multiply it by life-changing, add a heaping tablespoon of eroticism, raise the entire thing to the power of OMFG!!1 and divide it by an elephant and then you have this year's Ren Fest. It's currently mid-November and I can say without a hint of irony that Ren Fest was, and I predict will continue to be, the best part of my 2010. Why? This is why:
First and foremost, that's what we rolled up to Ren Fest in. A Pinzgauer that one of Geoff's friends refurbished and volunteered to drive us up in. "Yyyyyyeahhhh...you might want to bring Hat," my sister hesitantly told me the night before, "But it has a bloody mary bar!" There are a lot of ways to die in this world, and although falling out of a military vehicle on the highway en route to Ren Fest might not be one of the ways I'd ideally like to go, getting drunk at 10 o'clock in the morning while wearing Hat is. I was in.

ter a very windy (and vodka-soaked) ride up, we arrived safely at the Fest and headed towards the ticket booth when a procession of five medevil mimes on stilts walked by, softly strumming merry tunes on a mandolin, tossing flowers, and gingerly bowing their heads at us as they passed by. Alex stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "This..........really happens." Yes. Yes, it does. And thank fucking Christ.

he first order of business upon entering 1543 was to get beer and a Skotch egg as soon as humanly possible, but first Alex and I had to take a trip to ye olde ATM machine next to the jousting arena where we thought we saw the King.

"Man, it took us at least five hours before we found the King last year," I told Alex. Suddenly the guy in line in front of us turned around all, "UM actually that's not the King because if it were the King, he would have at least half a dozen knights surrounding him for his protection. Not to mention that he's not wearing any of the jewels or military decoration a King would wear. [scoffs] That's just some noblemen."

O...K." He turned back around.
Alex and I exchanged a look and I continued, "Don't you think it's kind of sad that there isn't a Chevy Chase bank anymore?" The guy in front of us swizzled around again,

I know right? Capital One. I'm so pissed I have to get all new credit cards." PSHHH! OK, gentle sir, but if you're going to be a giant dickhole about keeping everything historically accurate, perhaps don't break character to kvetch with us about credit cards. Yeah, maybe I don't know how many pubic hairs Kings in the 16th century historically had, but I'm fairly certain they didn't have mystical cards of plastic to house their fishes and loaves. Christ.

After we got
our new-fangled monies (and a baked potato. And a soft pretzel. And two beers a piece), we headed over to the ampitheter where everyone else was waiting to see the ye olde comedy show. I can not tell you how against this I initially was. Why? Because it was Ren Fest comedynothing but trouser dropping and codpiece jokes as far as the eye can see. "What did the King say to the six-headed dragon beast of Yorkshire?" "What?" [pants suddenly drop] [comic lets out a high-pitched squeal and crosses legs] "ST. VITUS' WARTMY BLOOMERS!!!" I was over it before it even began. Ultimately though I decided I needed a place to sit in order to properly felate my loaded baked potato and I supposed the comedy show was as good as any. AND THANK. THE. FUCKING. LORD. I. DID. Because what happened next was nothing short of miraculous.

e first 10 minutes of the show was fair (or should I say, faire) (I'm so sorry). You know, jaunty word play, fat guy and a thin guy, whip cracking, sword play, har, har. But then the clouds parted, a beam of sun shone down upon the stage as bright and pure as the Queen's whispering eye, and Comic #1 announced that for their next trick, they would need someone from the audience. Perhaps a young man. Perhaps a young man in a yellow shirt with a gray jacket...?

ex," Geoff's friend Will leaned over and said, "I think he's talking about you." Alex looked up from whatever he was texting on his Blackberry (which, by the way Alex, during a comedy show you might as well have been wearing a neon sign around your neck that said, "PLEASE PICK ME!!!!!") looked at the comic, looked at everyone else looking back at him and deadpanned, "Oh, absolutley not," and returned to his Blackberry. But the comic didn't give up and continued to call Alex out until he finally gave in and skampered onto the stage.

Now, t
his story could have stopped right there and it would have been fine with me. Alex is forced into audience participation at his first Ren Fest: LOLZ! But it doesn't stop there. It gets so, so much better. For you see, Alex was to participate in a gag where he uses his thigh muscles to hold an apple due south of his genitals while Comic #2 stands across the stage, turns his back to him and shoots a crossbow over his shoulder and into Alex's crotch-apple on the count of three. As he starts counting, however, Comic #1 jumps on stage, takes the bow out of the crossbow, runs over to Alex, jabs it in his apple, and jumps off stage just in time for Comic #2 to turn around and discover that huzzah! He did it! Again, this would have been enough for me. Not only does Alex have to take part in audience participation, it involves him awkwardly holding an apple near his junk; I'm set. Set like a perm. And yet, it still gets better.

Comic #2 got his crossbow ready, Comic #1 grabbed a megaphone, ran into the crowd right by where we were sitting and shouted, "Alright Alex! [motions towards me] Say goodbye to your lovely widowERwife! Now folks, before my partner attempts to shoot Alex's apple, let's all rally behind him and give him some encouragement! On the count of three, I want all of you to shout, SHOOT THAT FRUIT! Are you ready?! One, two, threeSHOOT THAT FRUIT! SHOOT THAT FRUIT! SHOOT THAT FRUIT!"

w let me tell you fine people something about life: you have not experienced all of the riches and wonders that this world has to offer until you've witnessed an entire amphitheater of grown-ass men and women dressed as wizards and warlocks and forest nymphs shout, "SHOOT THAT FRUIT" at your incredibly cosmopolitan gay best friend. Thank Christ I grabbed Alex's iphone after he ran on stage and started filming, because I don't want to live in a world where I can re-live that moment any, and every time I want to. The video is amazing. At one point I pan to Geoff laughing in a way that I didn't even know he was capible of and alternating between gasping for air and screeching, "IT'S JUST SO INNAPROPRIATE!" and then to my sister, who had her hands over her face, her head in her lap and is just gently rocking. And then there's the cackling. My god, the cackling. Coming directly from me. I have never laughed so hard in my entire life. I want that video played at the following occasions:

.) My wedding
2.) During childbirth
3.) At my future son and/or daughter's bar or bat mitzvah
4.) During every single anniversary my husband and I share
5.) My child's high school and college graduation party
6.) My retirement party
7.) My funeral

d then I'd like a flat screen monitor mounted onto my tombstone playing that video on a loop, because I can promise you already, it was the greatest achievement of my life.

fter Comic #1 successfully "shot the apple", he gave Alex another apple and told him to put it on his head this time. You know what that meantanother round of "SHOOT THAT FRUIT!" I seriously wish I could post the video for you to enjoy, but at a certain point I flash the camera at myself so the viewer can know just how unbelievably happy I was in that moment. Not to mention, you know, Alex might not want me to. But mostly because I flash to myself.

er Alex's on-stage duties were over, he trotted back over to us and sat down completely unfazed. "You OK?" I asked, as I finished wiping away the tears. "Yeah, why? That was kind of fun." I shrugged, figuring he was just an incredibly good sport and a few minutes later, the show was over and we were filing out to leave. Becca ran over to Alex and grabbed his arm, "ALEX, ARE YOU OK?" she asked, "ARE YOUR FEELINGS HURT????" "Uh...no?" Alex linked arms with me and we continued to walk out.

out 60 seconds later, I felt Alex dragging on my arm and I turned around to see him stopped and standing in the middle of the crowd with a dazed look on his face.

hat's the matter?" I asked.


h god, is the reality of what just happened sinking in?"
Alex pulled his arm completely away from me now and started hugging himself. "I, I think so. Shoot...that...fruit." His little legs started buckling.

HEY GUYS, COME ON!" my sister, now substantially further ahead with everyone else, shouted at us.


Meg...was I...was I just hate crimed? Was I just hate crimed, at REN FEST?!" Alex asked hysterically.

m sorry Alex, but I think you might have been," I answered, trying to stifle my laughter. At the mere whisper of the name "Alex", the thwarts of people surrounding us realized who was in their midst and turned around and started shouting, "HEY, IT'S ALEX FROM 'SHOOT THAT FRUIT'! GREAT JOB, ALEX!" Alex went limp and I put one arm around his back and another around his waist to keep him up. He pulled down his sunglasses and meekly waved at his adoring fans with a shaky little paw. It took Alex 20 minutes to get hate crimed at Ren Fest, and 22 to become a local celebrity. A local Ren Fest celebrity. I believe the next thing I said to him was, and I quote, "There is a God. And he is at the Maryland Renaissance Festival."

ex, however, did not feel the same way that I did. Alex was pretty much mortified. And he chose to deal with this mortification by getting incredibly intoxicated. I've known Alex for six years now and I've seen him under the influence of all sorts of interesting things, but I think drunk at Ren Fest is the most fucked up I've ever seen him. He was about one Oktoberfest away from buying this copper mermaid water feature for his living room:

nd this mystical wolf flag for his office:Photobucket
As we walked around all day, Alex belligerantly slurred over and over again that the only thing that could make him feel better would be to ride the elephant. Which was understandable, I suppose, except that that "ride" consisted of the elephant walking around in a small circle AN single time at the rate of $25 per person. "I don't know Alex, the line is kind of long and it's sort of expensi" "I WAS HATE CRIMED AT REN FEST!!! I WANT TO RIDE THE ELEPHANT!!!" And then Alex and I rode the elephant and it was the happiest I've seen him since the Ghost Train
After our elephant ride, Alex was beginning to feel significantly better and may even have been beginning to forget all about what happened earlier. Which made it all the more magical when a deaf man then walked up to him, signed something, pointed repeatedly towards Alex's crotch, pointed towards his head, grunted, "Al-lex!", gave a thumbs up and walked away. It was time to drink more.

e Ren Fest fair grounds are littered with large outdoor gazebos that serve as bars and we decided to get some beer and pull up a bench at one called the Dragon Inn. I should mention that it was around 4:30 in the afternoon at this point and the mood at the Fest had noticeably shifted. It was more..."adult", shall we say. At a certain point we looked around the bar and realized that we were the only people not in costume, and the costumes that people were in were significantly less Renaissance and substantially more Real Sex 14. When people mock me for liking Ren Fest, I always reiterate that I like it because it's like the Olympics of people watching. And as far as people watching goes, the Dragon Inn did not disappoint.

rst up we have Irish Mike:

Irish Mike and his cronies hung out by the bar at the Dragon Inn literally all day and he quickly became my Ren Fest nemesis when he yelled at me for "not paying attention" in line to get beer. OK, I'm terribly sorry but I didn't go up to the free beer wench and opted to stay in the long line because I thought she was only serving wine and I wanted beer, not because I "wasn't paying attention", thank you very much. We can't all hang out at the Dragon Inn all day and know its inner-workings, Irish Mike. Oh, and how do I know that Irish Mike's name is Irish Mike? Because he had a huge leather pendant dangling from a cord around his neck with his portrait and "IRISH MIKE" etched into it. I'd be impressed, if he didn't look like he was two minorities away from a curb stomping.

en we have The Hottie:

Despite this guy's horrid choice of tattoos, Alex and I fell for him and we fell hard. In a sea of fat virgins, he was a gilded God. But then Alex, feuled by enough mead and fermented grape libations to feed a small village, had to go and actually talk to him and we discovered that he was dumb as a box of raven's claws. The most interesting part of our conversation, however, was when a random fat women in a leather bustier and a gauzy skirt walked up, shoved a cup of beer in her cleavage and shouted at him, "GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES AND DRINK THIS BEER!" "Yes ma'am," he responded as he got on his knees and did just that. This was shocking to me. I was like, what the fuck just happened?? I was telling this story later to Dan and he was like, "Well, you said he had a collar on, right?" "Yeah." "Well he's obviously a submissive and that woman was a dom." Ohhhhh, that makes considerably more sense. Later that night, I told the story again to my mom and I was like, "So anyway, he had this collar on and" "Oh, he was a submissive?" OH. OK. Even my mom knows what's up. Guess I'm the odd man out. Old "Missionary Position Meg"...

After I became disenchanted with The Hottie, I turned my attentions towards this guy:
He was rocking a kilt, which clearly I'm into, but he also switched things up by pairing it with a Ravens jersey and was just empirically attractive. We're still in love. Which means I obviously didn't talk to him.

here was a smattering of other random characters there, like Unapologetic Ass/Thong Girl:

and Dragon Guy:
But nothing topped what happened next. SO! There we all were, just sitting on a bench, drinking beers and people watching when we noticed that two girls at the table across from us were hardcore making out. Yep. Just two homely ladies, goin' for it. But then things got even more odd when this random Indian guy (who was clearly there alone) walked up to them and was like, "Hello, can I join?" And join he did! So there's the two homely girls a-triple kissing this random Indian fellow like they're on Real World: Miami Goes to Ren Fest when one girl pulls down the top of the other and starts sucking on her tits! IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DRAGON INN! And nobody else besides us seemed to notice! It was the fucking weirdest thing I have ever seen in my entire life! BUT IT GETS CONSIDERABLY WEIRDER! After the Indian guy wandered away, the girls began erotically spanking each other:
OH NO, BUT IT OF COURSE DOESN'T STOP THERE! Then this random Jewish guy adorned in his Tzitzit (or Jew tassels, as I called them when I told this story to my mom, prompting her to apologize to her ancestors and look like she was going to have a heart attack) got thrown into the mix when after standing there for five minutes watching them take turns spanking each other, they invited him in for a spanking tutorial:


So this goes on for a while until a Ren Fest re-enactor stepped in and was like, "Hey, cool it, there are kids around," to which the main Spank Wench shouted back, "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! I'M HAVING FUN!" At this point I felt so uncomfortable I thought my skin was going to succeed from the union and crawl south, so I turned around, closed my eyes and went to my safe space until it was over. A few minutes later, I looked back to see if they had stopped, but instead the Ren Fest employee was now in on the spanking action! I felt like my head was going to explode! To quote my sister, "How did we manage to find the one sex club at Ren Fest?!"

n the scene at the Dragon Inn died down, we continued to wander around the Fest a little more. As the sun started to set, the vibe got increasingly more eerie (if that was even possible) and when we couldn't pry Alex away from shouting, "PLAY LADY GAGA!!! PLAY LADY GAGA!!!!!1" at the organ player and we all started to feel the effects of drinking for nine hours straight, we decided it was time to call it a night. We piled back in the Pinzgauer, re-entered 2010 and headed back to the city.

e next day I went to text my sister and thoroughly appreciated what our last two exchanges were:

2:52PM Becca to Meg: Yo got seats at theatre next to sir munch-a-lots

:63PM Meg to Becca: We're by the organ and the may pole, meet us here when you're done getting cannolis

said it once and I'll say it again: There is a god. And he is at The Maryland Renaissance Festival. HUZZAH!


Kate said...

There is a God, and he's in a 2b1b Ren Fest post that appears first thing on a Monday morning! Well played, good lady. Well played.

FreeFlying said...

This is TERRIBLE. I totally had a plan to go. And then decided it would be a bunch of kids gnawing away at oversized turkey legs and opted out at the last minute. I am so sad right now.

Laura said...

I love going to the Ren Faire by me, and I will finally be 21 by the time it rolls around next year. Probably going to be the point in my life after which everything is downhill. Not the 21 part, the 21 part at the Ren Faire. In my half-assed costume. Although I don't think anything can top SHOOT THAT FRUIT!

Anonymous said...

Succeed from the Union, or secede from the Union?

Anonymous said...

Reallyyy?!? Who cares if she spelled it wrong, great post :) happy Monday bitches!

anne said...

anonymous: get a life.
meg: this might have been the best thing I've read all week... makes me quite sad that we moved away from DC!

Anonymous said...

Went to HS with The Hottie. God, I miss that long blond surfer hair he used to have.

NotablyNeurotic said...

Ren Fest reminds me of Medieval Times, but with more alochol and nudity.

Anonymous said...

By the way, this could totally be you: http://www.welovedc.com/2010/11/12/she-loves-dc-megan-morrison/

Blake said...

I love every story in this post and especially the opening song. A Rent allusion? Talent Miss McBlogger...talent that cannot be taught.

Anonymous said...

Missionary Meg = hilarious

Em said...

Gah! Meg! This post totally rocked my face off! But...I NEED to see that video! I feel lost without it. Is there a way you could obscure your faces and post it for us? Or just post the audio?

Anonymous said...

Kudos on the "whispering eye" Role Models reference.

Non Sequitur Chica said...

AMAZING. Please go next year.

Anonymous said...



Unknown said...

Oh shit. I just want to chant SHOOT THAT FRUIT! over and over. EXCELLENT POST

Meghan said...

"...[scoffs] That's just some noblemen." Awkardly just LOLed in a public place while gazing at my laptop.
Ren Fest is officially on my bucket list.

Alyssa Rizzini said...

this. is. so. great.

MeganElise said...

Love the circus that is RennFest and go every year, but have never experiance it like this. This post may be my new religion . . .

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Anonymous said...

sorry, i'm the anonymous commenter above and forgot to post my comment so you would know it's not spam - that link is about larry hagman returning to dallas!!!!!

Sarah said...

I've been going to the Faire where I live for the past few years, and I must say your post tops any and all Faire stories that I have. You and Tulane Chris are hilarious and I love the blog!

Anonymous said...

You know you often seem to post 'empty posts' so in my Google Reader it seems like there's a new post when there isn't really.

But anyway, this is a great post and I was happy to read it a second time!

Lucky and Gizzy said...

Aww! Poor Alex...but it unfortunately does make for a great story!

But, was this really a Ren Fest or a Sex Fest?

Anonymous said...

It's so funny b/c I was JUST talking to my roommate about elephant rides and how the day she rode an elephant was the best day of her life...and I was like I think I've ridden an elephant. And this post made me realize it was at Ren Fest circa 1999! haha. So yeah...thanks for the memories. haha. Also, wonderful post. Will def be making a journey back to olden times next year!

Sarah said...

I took my husband for his birthday, not knowing it was Celtic weekend.

Besides the furry cleaning herself on a wooden pole along the boardwalk, the most traumatic part was almost losing my eye to a nipple at every turn.

Also, my mother informed me that at night, it becomes an orgy. A nerd orgy. She swore some young teachers at work told her about it, but it was still disturbing to hear her say it.

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