There’s something dark and political lingering over our favorite Renaissance faire in Kenosha, Wisconsin…
Opening day was beautiful and glorious. Beau and I did everything and nothing. We traveled time and dimensions without ever leaving 2018. We ate, drank, and played merry all the day. What could be more perfect than a day spent in bliss at the faire?
But there were many changes throughout the grounds, we soon discovered. Delightful changes like new vendors and cast members to entertain, new buildings for drink and leisure out of the hot sun, and also subtle changes which left us with more questions than answers.
One of our favorite Steampunk stores were no longer allowed to sell their famous corsets and leather vest apparel? Why? To what purpose?
A brand new building tucked away by 3 Sheets to the Wind tavern houses only…lottery games? At the Renaissance faire?
And where was the music? Where were all the beautiful minstrels and dancers? Where were the plucky tunes and velvet strings, the belly dancers with their glittering garb and alluring eyes?
There is something dangerously political afoot, and it’s leaving a grim impression upon the patrons of the faire. We could forgive all the prices going up. We’re more than happy to support this 30 acre patch of magic! But too many unhealthy changes is akin to a blood cancer. It’s movement is untraceable, and one can only guess where next it will rear it’s ugly head.
We will continue to support Bristol. But I fear the lasting effects of these changes. In our humble opinion, all the money for those lotto machines and buildings should have gone to improve the tilt yard. The jousters have long since struggled with poor sound equipment and faulty electrical connections. One would think the biggest attraction should deserve the best equipment.
One would think so…
This has been,
Piratess Fanny T. Crispin
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