A strange adventure, or how I learned to love dressing as a form of sociological experiment

I took a little trip at the beginning of the month out to Sherwood Faire. It's about an hours drive outside Austin and I didn't have to work, so naturally, I hopped in the car. It was the last weekend for the faire and the admission was supposed to be half price (it wasn't). It was pretty fun, every five feet was a teenager that looked like they just got fired from their mall job at Hot Topic or the pretzel place. Some how the odd gothic motif was integrated into a renissance village. Everyone had a horrible Irish accent that was pretty hard to take seriously.  It was of course, extremely fun. I had a ball people watching.



  The Dark Crystal inspired accesories, Skeksis approved.



 The bands performed your favorite Led Zepplin songs at request.

 What the hell, it was like a furry convention. I have no clue how these people could pull off hanging out inside a furry suit on a hot day. Kudos.

 

Haha. I don't know what to say. It was pretty awesome though. The poor guy had to stand in the same place all day.

 Then there is this. It's part unicorn part She-Ra's nemisis, Catra.

I pretty much wandered around until my shoes turned brown

Look! There's an Avatar! And here's a creepy monkey! That is pretty much the conclusion of what I saw. Lot's of people trying to sell me seven dollar soap. I almost inquired what their overhead costs were in order for them to justify selling 4 oz of glycerine at that price. I didn't, seeing as though she had a creative  homemade cockney accent and she could have well played the Quantum Leap card. Damn you, Bakula!