Impressing my date on our beach trip with the rented, one-of-a-kind sports car was always part of my plan. Getting stuck in Renaissance Faire traffic wasn’t. Nor was the turkey leg luncheon, the blacksmith lesson, or the t-shirt reading “I feel the need, the need for mead”. But my victory in the Royal Jousting Tournament championship was the real head turner of the day.  I don’t know who or what the Knights of Velari are, but I am pretty sure that I just became their leader. I’m going to need a bigger dining room table.