33 is My number.... so I plan on staying 33.
One of the things the Man-of-My-Dreams and I do most years is attend the Texas Renaissance Festival.
A renaissance festival is a fabulous place to go if you enjoy to "people watch".
I love to people watch.
Especially when you get to see such... um... "colorful" characters.
Studly Santa'ish Barbarians who make ladies weak in the knees and beg you to take their picture with them.
Then there were these guys..
They put on a very funny show involving a mud pit.
This fella ate and then spit mud all over the place.
Ok... It doesn't sound that funny..
Trust me, it was!
Especially when THIS happened!
This other muddy fella ran into the crowd.
He vowed to find the biggest and toughest man in the crowd.
Guess who he chose??
This was not exactly what I had in mind when I told him I wanted to go "people-watching" at the Renaissance Festival!
If there was ever a time I was thankful I had my camera handy,
This was it!
It was a great day.
I got to watch lots of people.
We got to eat lots of food.
And the Little-Foreman-in-Pink hitched a ride back to the truck.
We were all happy.
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