This weekend I took a little jaunt down to Triune for the 2007 Tennessee Renaissance Festival. I had a great time. Aiden, my son, decided that he needed be outfitted as an elven archer. We walked around the festival grounds picking out a Robin Hood-style hat, a toy long bow, and of course, latex elf ears. He looked great.
After we got the ears, I began to notice how many other people had them on. Everywhere were pointy ears and fairy wings. I smiled. It seemed like the "normal" world was turned on its head. This was a place ruled by the eccentric and creative. Regular people were the ones that looked odd. It was a strange and beautiful thing.
Then I looked down at my t-shirt and shorts. Shit! I was in the uniform of the enemy. I was too afraid of what others would think to enjoy this. I was trying to live vicariously through Aiden's elf ears. Next time, I will have ears of my own, badges of weird honor.
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