The Ren Fest always sounds like a good idea, until you get to one. It’s like every person you’ve ever not wanted to be seen with displaying the reasons you wouldn’t want to be seen with them, and charging you money to see it.

The only place you’ll meet a bigger loser then a Ren Fest is a 7-11 parking lot at about 3:00am. But at least that gut was in a band. You know who you are.

Anyway, this guy feels about the same, except he’s a little too upset at the lack of “authenticity”, as if a little historical authenticity would change the fact that the average Ren Fest is just a gathering place for college dropouts and the Starbuck’s baristas that love them. Enjoy:

I promise to put some wrestling (or breasts) up tomorrow.