| I'm not that big of a geek, but I hang out with a | | | | me. |
| lot of them. For example, two of my good | | | | Tim and Mike were no help. They quickly stepped |
| friends Tim and Mike are really into sci-fi and | | | | into their roles. |
| fantasy and they're always trying to get me to | | | | "Sir, thou dost insult us mightily," said Tim. |
| go to comic conventions, midnight Dungeons | | | | "Yea, good sir, thy challenge is accepted," added |
| & Dragons sessions and of course the | | | | Mike, "We shall vanquish thee at noon upon the |
| renaissance fair. | | | | jousting grounds." |
| I usually resist, but end up going along. When they | | | | And that's how I found myself on a horse in a full |
| asked me to go to the renaissance fair, I couldn't | | | | suit of armor with a jousting lance in my hand |
| think of a good excuse, and plus I've never seen | | | | racing down a track at breakneck speed. |
| such a fair before, so I thought, "What the heck..." | | | | Before the impact, I there was only one thought |
| We all piled into the geekwagon- my cherry red | | | | in my mind, that I'd never see my beloved |
| Mustang-and headed down to the park. When we | | | | geekwagon again... |
| got there, I was amazed. The whole place had | | | | The knight's lance crashed into my breastplate |
| been transformed into a medieval wonderland, | | | | and I flew off my horse and smashed into the |
| with tents and turrets and moats everywhere. | | | | ground. The black bearded knight dismounted and |
| We passed a blacksmith hammering a newly | | | | strutted around as the crowd roared their |
| forged sword amidst bales of straw and an old | | | | approval and showered their victor with roses. My |
| lady selling roast beast. | | | | faithful squires Tim and Mike dragged my |
| Just for fun, I picked up a helmet with a full visor | | | | battered body off the field and helped me out of |
| and placed it on my head. Inside it was dark and | | | | my armor. |
| stifling and I flailed around while my Tim and Mike | | | | After resting an hour we all went back to the |
| howled with laughter. I guess I flailed a little too | | | | geekwagon. In the parking lot, I saw my arch |
| hard because I lost my balance and fell right into | | | | nemesis the knight putting his armor into the |
| someone who was standing nearby. I pulled off | | | | trunk of his Ford Escort. Out of costume he was |
| my helmet sheepishly and was confronted with | | | | almost unrecognizable. |
| the angry eyes of a knight with a thick black | | | | "Hey Sir Knight!" I yelled. Then I gunned my engine |
| beard. | | | | so hard that the shockwave from the car's |
| "You there, peasant," he barked, "How dare thee | | | | exhaust hit the knight full on. He flew back and |
| accost a noble?" | | | | slammed into a castle wall and lay on the ground |
| "My bad," I said blinking up at him, "I guess I'm | | | | unconscious and possibly dead. Tim and Mike |
| just not used to wearing armor." | | | | whooped with joy. |
| The knight snarled. | | | | "The enemy has been vanquished!" they shouted. |
| "Methinks this varlet needs to be taught a lesson!" | | | | And we sallied forth out onto the open road... |
| And he threw down his gauntlet and glowered at | | | | |