The great thing about the Texas Renaissance Festival is that you can be out of your element and create a character that you wouldn't normally be. The bad thing is that many people take advantage of that aspect to subject us to things we don't normally see from them, with good reason.

This girl caught my eye as an example of good taste in how she presented herself to the Fair:

I will readily admit she is totally hot, and I would love to look like her. That won't happen, but I can dream.

I met this hottie in the restroom, and it really showed me the power fat women with a camera, such as myself, can have. All you need is to appear non-threatening and ask if you can take a picture of a hot woman and put her on your blog, and she say yes.

TK_trouble:

Kat:

Gypsy:

The hot ladies who sold me wine coolers--Need an extra hand?

Gives new meaning to "put a cork in it":

I thought this girl on the left was absolutely beautiful, and I like her friend's wings:

Wings were the accessory du jour:

The only real ones in the place:

In good taste:

As I said, some people like the Fair for the freedom. Some people take that freedom wayyyyy too far.

If he hadn't been walking on by, I would have flipped this guy's beers into his face for the long stares he gave my kids:

In questionable taste and why they have full-length mirrors in clothing stores, even in ones at the Fair:

Lathan and friend sexing it up, hours before Lathan finally put his shirt on and had a pedi-cab take him to his car, where he and his friends drunkenly gave the pedi-cab guy money to take some little kids to their parent's car, which was pretty cool to do and negated the earlier impression he made on me:

It was over 90 degrees outside in the sun--I would hate to smell this guy at the end of the day:

I honestly don't get why someone wore these clothes knowing it made them look like this:

How Mower and I will look in 20 years if we do not get our butts in shape:

Mine will never, ever be so big as to give me a black eye if I ran like this lady's:

Our favorite women at the Fair:

They were mighty fine wenches, and Mower considered leaving me for them.