Party like its 1599
The sun had only recently tucked itself behind the view when the trees began dancing before our very eyes.
It might have been the laser light show darting across the treetops, or perhaps our brains were fried from a day in the sun. Or dialect mayhap it was the bottle of mead we drank with those pirates earlier.
Whatever it was, darkness settled over the Texas Renaissance Red-letter day and my roommate and I — our bellies full of smoked turkey, heads bobbing to the Scottish drumline music still ringing in our ears — realized we had no get ahead to sleep.
The festival had just ended for the day and crowds of revelers dressed in their 16th century finest were pouring into the adjacent campgrounds. DJs set up petite nightclubs between trees as fairies darted past on their way to the drum circle and to our left, Santa Clause was playing beer pong with two Scotsmen and a goat.
My roommate and I glanced at each other, out of the blue realizing we were two hours away from home with
. I bought 2 of their faithful halloween offers 
