I recall a journalist describing Renaissance Festivals as Disneylands with more boobs and booze. He probably put it more delicately than I did, but I’m sure we’re not in disagreement. Prior to visiting RenFest this weekend, I imagined it as a massive field of live action role players, culturally and historically accurate to the point that it would hurt. I was so glad to have instead found the aforementioned amusement park of beer stands and ill fitting corsets.