Recap (and thus a lengthy post): Went down to Dallas with Bruiser.

Recap (and thus a lengthy post): Went down to Dallas with Bruiser.

Turns out, not only do you have to arrive promptly to a Medieval Times performance (we didn’t), but it costs $60 for the dinner and the show. You mean it’s not a sixpence?? I thought. I’ll just take my picture outside of MT and call it a day. This is good enough.

I had to check it out, so I told this peasant girl I needed to go to the bathroom. She made Bruiser wait by the drawbridge. I stepped into a world I wasn’t expecting. Strobe lights blinding me; Britney Spears booming. I had no idea knights of yore went to dance clubs. There were all these kiosks of merchandise--swords and what not. I wondered, then, why it costs 60 bucks to watch the show and have a meal with all the other crap to buy. Screw those peaches.