Geeks and Boobs

I went to the Renaissance Festival this weekend. For the first time in eighteen years.

And what I learned?

The Renaissance Festival is really about geeks congregating . . . and boobs. Lots and lots of boobs. Cleavage everywhere you turn. Sometimes with aureoles. And really, any kind of cleavage your might want if you were a geek . . . lots of variety.

Oh, and bad tattoos, but that is pretty much everywhere these days.

I didn't wear anything revealing. I don't have any tattoos, let alone bad ones. And I didn't where my Jedi cape . . . oh, that's right I don't own a Jedi cape. . . so I didn't really fit in. It was fun and I had my one bite of turkey leg (yuck) so I don't need to go back for another five years or so. Except that I didn't invite my brother and Z, and now I feel bad, so I might have to go back next year. At least I know what to wear.

And what's with all the chicks in belly dance scarves? Did everyone female in the Renaissance have to jingle? Or is that just a geek mating thing?