Go to a medieval faire

“A performer was dressed as a gargoyle, even painted silver from head to toe. He was perfectly in character! He'd follow close behind pretty women until they turned around, then he'd freeze. At one point, he perched on bridge piling, perfectly still. I had been watching him, really enjoying it. I moved close to his side and very softly said, "You are really good!" Without moving a single other muscle, he winked at me. ;)”

“We spent both Saturday and Sunday from, sunup to sundown, walking about in medieval dress. Our feet hurt, our ribs hurt (cinchers and corsets are bloody painful!), hell even our scalps hurt. But we had tons of fun [...] One of the main things we spent nearly all of Saturday keeping track of was the jousting tournament. There were three different jousting events, all tied into one another, spread throughout the day which basically meant a crap tan of walking for us as we’d see one, then walk about the other shops and shows until the next joust and have to walk all the way back.”

“Once I am in the heat and dust–or conversely, the mud and rain–of faire, drinking a few mugs of ale (some of which inevitably gets spilled on my garb), I am completely satisfied that I do not have to worry about stains. The spilled ale and dirt around my skirt hems just add to the authenticity of my garb, I often tell my friends.”