Anyone wanna play hoops?

 

The sun is low on the horizon at Higgin's Beach when I caught this self-portrait. Hoops anyone?

Dumpster Truck Races

 

Chris vs. the Clam

 

We had this clam bake thing at Boottss' palce, because Chris had never eaten clams before -- and because it was her first time in New England, she wanted an authentic clam bake. Well, here's the deciding moment: Chris vs. the Clam.

I don't think she had it in her mouth long enough to savor it, but it was fun watching her try to swallow it down.

Bootss' Pad

 

After the Renn faire, we had a clam bake at Bootss place. Here are (L-R), Bootss babe, Bootss, Roes, Angelzheart (sitting), Nefarrio and Beni. Bootss has a real nice home -- authentic log cabin and rustic interior, very secluded, surrounded by woods -- with an enormous fire pit in the back yard.

The Heckler

 

This young lady, dressed in garb, was heckling one of the performers as he was doing his show on stage. So he invited her up front to join him ... then convinced her to lie on the stage, so he could juggle "razor-sharp knives of death" over her. Quite amusing.

Big Kitty

 

At this venue of the Renn Faire, the "beast lords" paraded out lions, tigers ... and this fellow, a liger (cross-mating between a lion and a tiger). He sure was a big kitty!

No cages between the lions and the audience, but there was a midget standing guard on top of a table, in front of the stage. I'm not kidding, and I wish I'd gotten a picture of him. He had a fierce tattoo on his bald head (probably painted), and had his back to the stage. As he face the audience, and it was his job to make sure everyone was sitting down -- that no one was standing up to move to the next exhibit, make sudden movements of any kind, or take flash pictures with their cameras.

Beast Lords

 

Of course, there were scantily-clad, busty women at King Richard's Faire -- renn faires are a magnet for such. This one on the left was the fairest of the lot. Nice leather!