Give me two choices:

A sexy little cocktail dress,

or a highly restrictive corset with a peasant blouse and many layered skirts.

 

A pair of runway-worthy stilettos,

or a pair of Celtic-laced leather ghillies.

 

A pair of invisble panty-hose,

or a pair of eccentric, striped knee-high socks.

 

A dazzling rhinestone necklace,

or a dragon claw curled around a marble on a black cord.

 

A snazzy little scarf,

or a pair of sparkling fairy wings.

 

A sleek, sexy updo,

or naturally flowing locks adorned with a circlet of silver and a pair of ceramic Pan horns.

 

A face covered in glittery makeup,

or an actual mask, studded with gemstones.

 

A ride in a fancy limousine,

or a ride in a cart pulled by a man wearing jingle bell anklets.

 

A cd of the most recent chart-topping songs,

or a cd of singing pirates, Scottish bagpipes and drums, bronze bells, and Norse tunes.

 

A day spent shopping in the big city,

or a day spent frollicking around in a field full of stages, shoppes, and stands.

 

A four-course meal at a five-star restaurant,

or a geasy turkey leg or Scotch egg.

 

A night in a club, surrounded by strangers grinding on girls,

or a night in an open-air tavern, surrounded by strangers asking for a lively jig.

 

Losing my voice singing along to "Party Rock Anthem",

or losing my voice singing along to pirate songs at the Pub Sing.

 

The linering scent of a player's cologne and aftershave,

or the lingering scent of incense, mead, and sweat.

 

A night concluded with sitting at home alone,

or a night concluded with fireworks.

 

A normal, mudane day,

or a day at the Renaissance Festival.

 

Give me two choices:

I'll always choose the second.

 

I feel more alive as a Reaissance Girl.