Earlier in the week, I mentioned that Thoughtsy and I attended the MD Ren Fest this past weekend and whilst there enjoyed some entertainment. The first show we saw was listed as “Bloody Drama (Comedy)” in the program. How could we possibly avoid something with that title, right?
It was basically a group of guys doing improv. I would liken it to a Medieval Who’s Line Is It Anyway. They took suggestions from the audience members for types of food and then did a bunch of “A ____ walks into a bar” jokes. The food that was suggested was cheese.
The guys then took turns thinking of “A cheese walks into a bar” jokes. The only one I could remember was this one:
A cheese walks into a bar. The bartender says, “We don’t serve cheese here . . . but, well, eh I don’t know . . . maybe . . .” The cheese say, “Hey, don’t string us along!” Ba-dum-bum.
Then the audience suggested a non-food item for the jokes: a mime. There was only one joke . . . but it was enough:
2 mimes walk into a bar . . . nobody cared.
They also did a routine where one of the guys had to guess what type of activities the other guys were acting out, once again based on audience suggestions. One was playing baseball, with the ball being a fish and the bat being a coin. I can’t remember the others.
They were funny. I found myself laughing quite a bit, but then again I used to like that Who’s Line show back in the day, so I was probably their target audience. Plus, I had just finished a glass of wine, so that might have helped with my comedy appreciation.
The next show we saw was actually suggested by our pirate friend, Chris. They were new to the Ren Fest this year, but apparently perform regularly in Minnesota (I think?). The were called The Danger Committee. (cool name, right?). The players consisted of Rodolfo, with a lovely German accent (German? Thoughtsy, was he German?), Nick (bald guy) and Jay (other guy). That is actually how Rodolfo described his compatriots, stating “that is how they are going to remember you anyway.” So true, Rodolfo. So true.
But before the show began, a warning:
Then, there was juggling:
There was knife throwing:
There was comedy:
There was . . . . sexiness?
And risking the future ability to procreate:
And more comedy:
Then there was the final act. You really have to trust your co-worker with his knife skills to be the person balancing on that thing whilst holding your arm out towards the knives. Yikes!