Jeff and I went to Renfest yesterday.
I’m not gonna lie, the event itself was a little bit anticlimactic. There were fewer booths than ever before, and a lot of the best shows and performers were nowhere to be found. Not sure why – is it just the economy driving a lot of the pros away? Or is the St. Louis Renaissance Festival itself just sort of dying out?
(FWIW, the Kansas City Renfest last fall was as awesome as ever. I also imagine that a lot of the same people attend both, or – if they just go to one or the other – choose the KC one instead. KC Renfest kicks ass.)
Anyway. The day wasn’t all bad. Far from it. Because Jeff just got sexy new sunglasses:
(even the lady behind him thinks he’s hot. Hands off, lady. He’s mine.)
And maybe this was a lack of forethought on our part, but we had completely neglected to consider what happens when you take a guy in handsome dark RayBans, and add one large yellow dog wearing a backpack:
Because when you combine the two…
What can I say? We got her at “Discount Service Dogs ‘R’ Us.” Slightly defective. 50% off.
I found this entirely too entertaining, let me tell you. Like the evil horrible bitch I am, I positively cackled when Jeff first told me, “I think that guy over there thinks I’m blind.”
So then of course I spent the whole rest of the afternoon trying to lead him into trees and confuse perfectly nice, innocent bystanders with pictures like this:
(Note: In case it’s not abundantly clear above, I’m not making fun of blind people. At all. Or even well-intentioned people who mistake a pibble with a backpack for a service dog. Well OK, maybe the latter group a little bit. I just think it’s funny, ‘s all.)