"Yeah.. let’s say that I ended up with a whip cream pie on my head, Sir Percival was face down in a barrel with no pants, and Sir Lancelot was being chased out by the tavern maid. All while  Guinevere was walking out the other door, without an idea of what happened and why," a massive smile was on my face as I started to laugh. I never would have thought that I would tell this story without being slightly ashamed. 