Yesterday Dennis and I lived our childhood dreams of being born in Medieval times. We went with a couple of friends to Atlanta to the Medieval Times show. Although I thought it was amazing, I think Dennis could go to the show every night and never get tired of it. In fact, I think somewhere deep in his heart he was trying to justify a reason to buy the $9,000 suit of armor that was on display. As is Medieval tradition, we feasted and ate solely with our hands. It took me on a mental trip back to the days in India eating with the kids in the orphanage with our metal plates and hands. The actual Medieval show was crazy.
The tricks they can do with those horses and the way they danced to the beat of music was tight. Yes, a giant four-footed animal dances better than me. Ahem, back to the food... (As that is always the most important part...) They served us tomato bisque, garlic bread, spare ribs, chicken game-hen thingy, garlic potato wedges, and apple crisp pastry thingy. It was quite delicious. I must admit though, I did have to keep telling myself that it was okay to eat with my hands and that I could trust my hearty immune system to not allow some microbacterium to compromise my body. So far, so good. Back to the story... as is customary in the fairy-tale stories, the Lord that the Princess favored won the battle, and of course, her heart. Cute. Cheesy. Just the way I like it. They encouraged crowd participation in voicing who you were cheering for, Dennis exercised this privilege to it's fullest. I can no longer hear out of my right ear. (Haha. Just kidding. About the hearing part...) We both agreed that we were born in the wrong century. It was, however, a night to remember. 
