When the Renaissance Festival is in town, about nine, if you go every Saturday and on President's Day. I'd never go that many times though. I'm not that crazy, nor that wealthy.
The Renaissance Festival, or Ren Fair for short, is my "Princess for a Day" day. True, I'm twenty-seven years old and should therefore have outgrown playing dress-up, but ooh, I can't help it! It's just so fun to walk through the medieval-themed village, smile and curtsey, speak in an English accent and pretend I know what I'm talking about, and hear people refer to me as "my lady." Before I got married, I'd amuse myself by following the super-cute "Prince James" around the fair and bat my eyelashes at him.
Here's a picture of me and my friend Shalyse at the fair (Prince James, sadly, not pictured) with a group of people sharing in the revelry of playing pretend.
Shalyse and I made our costumes out of bed-sheets. No pattern!!
But my favorite part of the day is at the end, after the canon fires for the close of the park. About half a dozen musicians gather at the heart of the fair, armed only with drums, and pound out a catchy beat for people to dance to.
The Fair runs from February to March and it never comes fast enough. Next year, I'm dressing up as Ann Boleyn only I'll still have my head I hope. I'm already geared up to hear the song "Greensleeves" sung to me many times.