So I went to the King Richard’s Faire last weekend with the intent of making fun of douchebags dressed up in costumes. I figure these people like to dress up like Conan The Barbarian’s gay half-brother and I like making fun of people, so everyone wins. I also brought my staple hidden bottle of booze which I bring to any event that I attend. Well I’ll tell you pard’ner, something inside of me changed in the woods that day (besides my blood alcohol level)… I started to enjoy myself. I started off laughing at the jerks dressed up like Pirates, Knights, Vampires, and Star Trek guys who beamed down to the Renaissance (which I researched later and found to be a big thing at these “Faires”) and I enjoyed it quite a bit. At one point in the day and about halfway through the bottle, I started thinking, “Damn that sword looks cool,” then I thought, “I probably need some gauntlets for my forearms.” Now, I would like to express that I didn’t want these items for any kind of LARPing or battle re-enacting, but for the sole purpose of advancing my quest for Rock and Roll. So I doled out a LOT of cash for these two items, figuring they would pay for themselves in good-times, destruction, and Rock and Roll. Little did I know how soon they would pay off.
The following day, I had a few people over for football and drinking (two of my favorite things in the world) and like anyone would have predicted, the sword came into play. First we posed with it, casually swung it around and admired its Conan-essence but things quickly escalated. After some, beers, some shots, and some HUGE glasses of vodkaDietPepsis (yes I drink that crap) the Renaissance Faire had begun and one of my chairs was completely destroyed. Sworded. The one IKEA chair that I didn’t fuck up during assembly I had completely destroyed.
In hindsight I don’t regret destroying my chair as much as I regret laughing and the King Richard Dweebs, those cats had it right. I had no idea the chair-destroying power those cats had until now.