I started attending Renaissance festivals when I was a teenager. My favorite was Scarborough Faire right outside of Dallas. Every year, I looked forward to eating my favorite "faire" foods (such as fried ice cream) and seeing my favorite entertainers. No matter what renaissance festival you attended, you were likely to see the same entertainers since they all worked the same circuit. My personal favorite was the Torysteller but I also dearly loved Puke n' Snot. My good buddy and fellow festival-lover, Amy, sent me an article a few days ago announcing the untimely demise of our beloved Snot.
We always thought he was so handsome and dashing! Way getter than the jousting knights that most women seemed to go gaga over. This really makes me sad. It's as if part of my youth has gone away. It has been awhile since I've been to a Renaissance festival. I guess I went to one about five years ago in Colorado. I miss it. It was a chance to eat, drink and be merry and even get dressed up occasionally. I need to find one here in California so that I can take my baby someday. But it won't be the same without our beloved Snot.