The whole weekend passed in a blur of adrenaline and endorphins. Renaissance festival crowds, I discovered, were as much fun as a good Irish pub crowd. Maybe more so—not too many cosplayers jumping around in a pub. Even the heat of the late summer sun could do nothing to oppress my cheer. Playing with the Storm Rocks felt like I’d been assimilated into the hive mind of the Borg collective—except, you know, more artistic and less world-domination-y. I fit with them. I felt like I could read Peter’s mind, and Hitomi and Doug had that easy dynamic of a true partnership, not only a marriage but a deep, enduring commitment, and they seemed to have adopted me as easily as if they’d known me all their lives. After Saturday’s final show, I got to meet some of the other performers and go out to din
