Article Contributed on: 7/28/2009 1:00:23 AM
It was the strangest end to the day: reciting Shakespeare in Renaissance clothing while texting my daughter and trading quips with a jester on top of a turret.
Well, texting my daughter wasn't that odd, it was that I generally don't wear Renaissance clothing and I have even more rarely been asked to recite Shakespeare outside of a college class. But that was the cap to my second visit this year to the Colorado Renaissance Festival.
Ever since we have been here, we have made at least one trip to the festival. The first two summers, my wife worked the box office, giving us a reason to up (to drop her off and pick her up---oh, and go inside). Every other summer, friends of ours have buskered, playing Irish music and dancing. My daughter, Alicia, and I have joined in with them. One summer, we even substituted for part of an act (friends of ours who had to be out of town one weekend). This year, Alicia is working there.
We have seen most every act, however, the acts often change, so there is always something new. And something old and reliable, like Steak on a Stake. And who really cares that turkey is a native North American dish that never graced the table of Henry VIII.
We have seen several reincarnations of Henry. We have danced with the queen. We have seen acts come and go and come back. We have even learned that the knight/dragon's name is Sir Timothy.
Sadly, this fantasy place wraps up for the year this weekend. So, good night, sweet prince...