Every year the bro and I try and hit up the NY Renaissance Faire. It’s an excuse to drink Mead, get Henna, and have cheesecake–on a stick.
We entered the faire with the other conglomerates of dressed up folk (although this year, the bro and I did not partake in the dressing up) shouting at you to “Be merry!” and “Good day fair lady!”. Honestly, it makes you feel very important.
