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"Rex and I are finally going to do it. We&amp;#039;re going to break out of our boring, cul-de-sac, bed by 10, up at 6, take care of the kids, clean the house, wash rinse repeat routine and do something rowdy. It involves other couples, corsets, dancing, laughter and drunken revelry. It means talking too loud, wearing too much make-up, staying up too late and showing way too much skin. Not for the melancholy of heart, this weekend we will be joining a cult whose sole purpose is to pleasure themselves. Hence the name, The Pleasure Fair.  Set in Pomona, California, we&amp;#039;re off the Renaissance Fair. My husband is normally not much of a theme park goer. But given this place, to quote Wikipedia, Despite the bawdy fun this event promotes, it&amp;#039;s pretty family friendly. We&amp;#039;ll be taking the kids, along with a few of his friends from work and college days and, of course, their kids. Translation: While I hit the craft section with the wives, scanning the racks of prince and princess headgear for the munchkins, they&amp;#039;ll be chatting about hard drives while browsing the racks of the wenches and maidens passing by. Fine with me. T  The plan is for the men to take the kids, also, so the gals can have a break. And, scary as this might be, we might even trade kids with the other couples so we can... dare I say... be alone with our spouses for an hour. Hell, I&amp;#039;ll take a half hour. Five minutes even.   I&amp;#039;m really excited about the change of routine. After all, how much longer can I hike my breasts into a tube top with more tape than the Ebay package I just mailed? Where else can my husband don black tights and ruffled shirts and still have women not question his manliness? Besides, I&amp;#039;ve been coming up with jokes for weeks. &amp;quot;Nice sword, baby. Way to thrust that thing.&amp;quot;  Renaissance means rebirth. It was a time period of great art and science. Thought flowed like wine, and people challenged their former traditions. Major growth took place.   As for Rex and me, a little Renaissance in our own marriage can only do us some good. Bring on the pipe music. Bring on the silly songs. Life is about responsibility, but it&amp;#039;s also about fun. Maybe we&amp;#039;ll take a little bit of the Renaissance home with us. Rex can represent the science, while I can represent the art. Two forms of discipline colliding in the bedroom can make for some artistic biology that we can both enjoy.   But truthfully? I was kidding about those pants. He wouldn&amp;#039;t wear tights and frills for all the beer at the fair. As for me, though? I&amp;#039;m all about the wench wear. I&amp;#039;ll let you know how it all holds up. Literally.    "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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