As the weather (slowly!) gets warmer out here, my thoughts tend to wander to Renaissance Festivals. “Fest Season” is a normal thing among most of my friends, and I sometimes forget not everyone considers that its own part of the year. Of those who do, not everyone has worked or volunteered at any – though it’s 100% something I’d recommend.So, is it the food? The mead? The bodices and layers of clothing that ensure I have to be extra-careful on hot days so as not to get heatstroke? Having an excuse to shout, “HUZZAH!” at random? Perhaps it’s the almost permanent dust cloud that will turn your snot black for days, or that when it rains the grounds become a giant, cold, wet, mud puddle?I’m not doing a good job of building up the “fun” levels of this, am I?