Ragnarok
Well, Ragnarok wasn't the end of the world.... but sometimes it kinda felt like it. For the most part, as events go, it wasn't bad. The fighting was cool and there was fire spinners and belly-dancers and a ring of fire battle. It was just the whole situation that didn't really work for me.
I missed Ian... painfully so. Lori was pretty much busy taking photos (and rightfully so!) and any promises of a 'girl's weekend out' were pretty much a smokescreen to hide Keri's true intentions. Those intentions (to get laid) and a general disinterest with spending time with me left me feeling pretty much abandoned and very, very, homesick.
My fears of relying on people were pretty much bang on. There was very little practical thought put into what food to get, and what was required to camp comfortably (and safely for that matter). The only saving grace was that I knew some of Ian's friends there that I could mooch off of. They did their best to cheer me up and I really appreciate their efforts. Still I didn't know them that well, and felt very much the outsider.
I guess in the future I will have to make plans to get to know them... and never go eventing without Ian and my own encampment again. I really should know better. Peer pressure never ends well. You would think at 30 it wouldn't work, but I guess I am not nearly as strong as I let on.
The whole thing wasn't helped by the fact I came down with the flu halfway through the second day. The flu and camping are a really shitty combo... literally. I am still feeling very under the weather and am taking it very easy today in an attempt to shake whatever bizarre flu bug I managed to bring home.
Still, thanks to Lori, I am not coming away from this experience empty handed. I got a good number of combat arrows and some really cool pictures to show for it. I can't really blame her for hiding behind the lens, I would have done the same! I also planted the seed of an idea in her mind that I hope she will give some serious thought to. I offered to take her into my household as a fosterling and student. She is really worth so much more than a slave and a shadow. I want to help her shine like the star she really is.
I missed Ian... painfully so. Lori was pretty much busy taking photos (and rightfully so!) and any promises of a 'girl's weekend out' were pretty much a smokescreen to hide Keri's true intentions. Those intentions (to get laid) and a general disinterest with spending time with me left me feeling pretty much abandoned and very, very, homesick.
My fears of relying on people were pretty much bang on. There was very little practical thought put into what food to get, and what was required to camp comfortably (and safely for that matter). The only saving grace was that I knew some of Ian's friends there that I could mooch off of. They did their best to cheer me up and I really appreciate their efforts. Still I didn't know them that well, and felt very much the outsider.
I guess in the future I will have to make plans to get to know them... and never go eventing without Ian and my own encampment again. I really should know better. Peer pressure never ends well. You would think at 30 it wouldn't work, but I guess I am not nearly as strong as I let on.
The whole thing wasn't helped by the fact I came down with the flu halfway through the second day. The flu and camping are a really shitty combo... literally. I am still feeling very under the weather and am taking it very easy today in an attempt to shake whatever bizarre flu bug I managed to bring home.
Still, thanks to Lori, I am not coming away from this experience empty handed. I got a good number of combat arrows and some really cool pictures to show for it. I can't really blame her for hiding behind the lens, I would have done the same! I also planted the seed of an idea in her mind that I hope she will give some serious thought to. I offered to take her into my household as a fosterling and student. She is really worth so much more than a slave and a shadow. I want to help her shine like the star she really is.