A Wedding at Kearney

Monday’s greetings, mortals! We are returned, intact, from our journey to Kearney. There was much chanting, magick, many futures foretold, & we also were lucky enough to witness an ACTUAL WEDDING.

The bridge & groom were wed at a ceremony overseen by sometime-King, sometime-Duke, Spencer, & they attended our final show of the day! An unexpected honor, that our show would become part of someone’s wedding day. We hope they enjoyed the show…

Pumpkins hurled by trebuchet, lances shattered on horseback, underwear worn as outerwear; the weekend provided no end of delights & curiosities. We enjoyed generous hospitality from all manner of pirates, mercenaries, “The Old Guard,” & the Irish. ‘Twas a particular delight to work at a faire where the Sun set early, adding the magick of night to the end of the day!

We are both humbled & proud that we continue to find new audiences at new faires, in places where we are warned that our strange & radical magicks may not find a warm welcome. All weekend, crowds of all ages & kinds spent half-hours with us, baying for Mark Cuban’s head, booing ICE, & feeling collectively worried about werewolves, dog-men, & Elvis-clones. We hope to return to Kearney next year!

Thank ye for reading, & thank ye to all who joined us as the faire this weekend. From the debt collectors who handed us an ink-and-parchment bill at the end of our show, to the young boy whose desired future profession was “tall,” to the many, many teachers & social workers who seem to always gravitate toward our show—without thee, our show would nothing be.

I shall write ye Wednesday with news of this week’s episode, & a belated November forecast—our faire preparations pushed it back a touch, but fear not, I SHALL PROVIDE. ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & remember, WIZWORLD! IS! FOREVER!

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, So Tired