Those were the times...

After the glorious victory of our beloved yellow knight, the heartburn staged by the metallic tomato soup/half chicken feast and my reunion with an old friend from Tennessee, we parted ways with the ever amazing Medieval Times. But certainly not empty handed.

Steins, holographic cups, a lightsaber...wait, a lightsaber?? These items had somehow made their way through the palace gates and into the gift shop, but nothing can compete with the $20 piece of memorabilia above.

As I look at this image I ponder my future: Will I get that same nostalgic feeling looking at this photo that a war veteran might when he looks at the an old photo of his former outfit? Will stories come rushing back--the black & white knight who didn't like us much, the embarassed host whose false accent seemed silly when he learned one of us was from the UK...

Of course they will. What a silly question to ask myself. Cause man, those were the times!