Thursday, 21 November 2013

Medieval Times: Dinner and Tournament: Oh, why good sir.....

If you've ever wanted to swoon over a knight in shining armor, call for a wench to bring you your ale or eat half a chicken with your hands in public, this is the place for you, but only if you're willing to leave the serious version of yourself at the door.  There is no room for bravado in the stands with all that ego in the arena. Medieval Times is celebrating it's 30 year anniversary and it's hard for me to believe that it's been able to sustain itself this long.  I hadn't been to a show in 15 years and as it turns out, not much has changed since the last time I was there.  So why do people keep going back?  It's fun as heck, that's why! 


 

I was at Medieval Times last night as part of an organized event with the UofT alumni.  Alumni from all colleges were grouped and seated together.  It was almost like reliving Frosh week all over again as we shouted in support of our knights and heckled the others.  I don't know who was sitting in the red section, but boy did they like to hurl insults.  Fie, I say, Fie! The yellow knight was more of a lover as he kissed the flowers that he then threw to his fair maidens.  Who says there can't be a little romance in a duel to the death?


The tournament is set in Medieval Spain, but really it's not specific or terribly historical at all.  We just need a set-up of some kind in which to base our debauchery.  The less you resist the silliness and the more you allow yourself to slip into your Medieval role, the more fun you're going to have.  So don't clap politely and sneak in cutlery.  Instead, shout with your mouth full, slurp your soup and rip into that chicken with your hands.  It's the way the king wants it anyway. 


The knights are battling it out in the king's tournament as they display tremendous courage and strength.  They are all experts with Medieval weaponry such as the lance, mandoble, mace and bola.  As they swing at each other the crowd roars with excitement and with every crashing sound of the lance shattering against the shield the energy rises.  It's not long before sparks are flying to the zing of dueling swords.  

In the end there can only be one victor and on this night, it was the valiant yellow knight.  And with that my unbeaten streak continues.  My knight always wins.   

Until we shall sup again, fare thee well