For eight consecutive weekends a year, theater geeks, gamers, and D&D fanatics emerge from their man caverns and don their gay apparel in hopes of realizing their deepest medieval fantasies. Surly wenches will frolic and mystic fairies will descend as the enchanted, easternmost land of Apache Junction surrenders thirty acres of its lush landscape to be transformed into Frodos playground. Bearded brutes will ogle over brimming bodices while gorging their gullets with brew and greasing their primordial chops with turkey legs aplenty.
Thats right, closeted thespians, the Renaissance Festival has arrived.
The faire summons you to come delight in the revelry and hurl yourself headlong back into the joys of high school social hierarchy. Only this time, instead of giving that twiggy nerd an atomic wedgie, youll be kneeling to the Knighted Sir as he bids you good morrow. Whilst dogs and ponies may dwell, a dog and pony show this surely shant be. But seriously, no pets allowed.