The last time I was at KCRF, the boys were old enough to recognize items they'd like to own, but too young to understand why I couldn't afford to buy them. It made for a frustrating, argument-filled day. I haven't been back since I was given free tickets in 2004. Every once in a while, I get nostalgic for it, then I run into someone who just went, and all they do is complain about how crowded it was and how much money they spent.
What I miss about the Ren fest is: walking around in the woods with the smell of campfires, hanging out with friends and drinking in the beer garden, looking at brightly colored outfits, and checking out the perfumery. So maybe I'll just hang some banners, have a campfire in my backyard and sniff some essential oils while I roast marshmallows and turn some drumsticks on a spit. With a tankard of ginger beer, of course.
Ren Fest Blues
What I miss about the Ren fest is: walking around in the woods with the smell of campfires, hanging out with friends and drinking in the beer garden, looking at brightly colored outfits, and checking out the perfumery. So maybe I'll just hang some banners, have a campfire in my backyard and sniff some essential oils while I roast marshmallows and turn some drumsticks on a spit. With a tankard of ginger beer, of course.