One night I had a dream I was riding around on a magical chariot, and drinking nothing but delicious beer out of a bottomless chalice.  We glided in between several drinking houses and at every place, there were dozens of the freshest, locally brewed beers, and finger foods, and bearded people

According to some rudimentary Internet research, the world of historical reenactment is a strange and nuanced one. Honestly, that’s pretty expected. It takes some peculiarly fixated folks to want to simulate trenchfoot and bayonet wounds and the numerous other miserable accoutrements of historical battles. Nevertheless, they soldier on. Apparently, the