Yesterday was a small local event -- with fighting
and archery being the main planned activities -- held at the
baron and baroness' castle. Dani was in charge of reservations,
so we were there at the beginning. (Actually, earlier -- the
construction we had allowed time for was absent on the way up.)
Two weeks before the event, we had 15 reservations. A week before,
it was up to around 30 or so. On Friday, there were 58 in hand
and a couple dozen verbal ones (which technically don't count, but
it was a hint). The cook planned for 80, but said selling more
was ok and let him know if we went over 100. He was doing an
all-day sideboard, not a sit-down feast, so some flexibility was
possible here. The autocrat had arranged for someone to do a
grocery-store run if needed.
People came... and came... and came. The cook said "ya sure, go
ahead". In the end we cut off on-board at 140. There were another
20 or so people who came but did not buy the food. Oof. I talked
with the (first-time?) autocrat about advance deadlines; as a barony
we need to get a little better about this kind of institutional
wisdom. Fortunately, the cook was prepared to roll with it, but
there are other areas where it's helpful to have some idea how many
people are coming, and I think everyone involved has a better
appreciation for that now.
This was a free event (the fee was for food, not admission, and you
didn't have to buy the food if you didn't want to). I've been
trying to encourage donation-funded events; there's been a lot of
push-back from the officers, but we've done it a few times at
free or inexpensive sites with modest success. I think yesterday
set a record (at least for this decade): $260. Everyone involved
was shocked. There were $20 bills in the donations basket -- granted,
some people made change from the basket, but I saw several
who put in bigger bills and took nothing out. Before Shabbat I
gave Dani $5 as a contribution -- I specifically wanted a $5 bill,
not five ones, to go into the basket as a subtle hint -- and was
surprised to see it dwarfed. :-) (It was still above average per
capita; whether it was above average per donation I don't know. There
were a lot of ones in the basket too, though from what I saw when I
was sitting at the gate, they usually did not go in singly.)
I do my best to help with events that are free or donation-funded
(I do not donate labor to events that unnecessarily collect the
corporate tax). Helping in the kitchen on Shabbat is pretty much
impossible; helping Dani with the gate was another obvious option
modulo the Shabbat issues. SCA rules require that there always
be two people at the gate; we agreed that I would handle the
people who were pre-registered (welcome, here's a program, please
sign the waiver if you need to, changing rooms are upstairs, etc),
and he would handle anything having to do with money. Another
person was also available for a few hours in the afternoon, so we
kind of traded off (and I made sure that someone else was there
when it was time to reconcile money so I wouldn't get pulled in).
The fighting included spear-fighting on the drawbridge and a
rush-the-gate challenge with combat archers shooting down from the walls,
both of which were a lot of fun to watch. (There was also target
archery and a conventional fighting tourney.) Inside, the heralds
were doing something in one room and two rooms were occupied with
people doing sewing. One of the folks in the sewing rooms was
Viscountess Judith, from whom I got Erik and Baldur when they were
kittens, so we chatted about cats for a while. The mom-cat is
still alive; Judith thinks she's about 17. (The mom-cat was a stray
and already pregnant when Judith took her in.) It's good to know
that longevity runs in at least one side of the family. :-) I
asked Judith if she knows much about the other two cats from that
litter, but the family who adopted them moved to Atlantia and she
hasn't seen them much since then.
The event schedule included one class, on serving a 14th-century
high table. (The event had a 14th-century theme.) I attended, and
was pleasantly surprised to see that the instructor was a 12-year-old
girl. At the end of the class she put out a blank book and asked
people to give her feedback. Neat.
This site would be good for small schola events; there are several
rooms that could be used without encroaching on the great hall and
kitchen areas. I think the first event at the castle was a schola,
actually; I was out of town and missed it. (Other events were
Purim last year, 12th night this year, and yesterday's event.)
While there were 160 or so people at the event, a lot of the
"usual suspects" weren't there and there were lots of people I
didn't know. I assume most were local (and that the barony is
somewhat fragmented), but since the king and queen came (this
was a surprise to me) that might have caused some people to
come from out of town. Not knowing very many people at the event
triggered my shyness and introversion, so I was glad to have
something to semi-do for a good chunk of the day. Sol la Cantor,
who used to live here, came back for the event; it was nice to
see her, though she spent a lot of time hanging out with the
heralds so I didn't spend a lot of time talking with her.
(The heralds were running a consultation table, and it was kind
of hard to tell at any given point whether they were working or
just hanging out. I wonder if every local event really needs
a consultation table, but hey, if it makes them happy...)
There was a lot of meat at the buffet. The cook is
probably a carnivore (and I do know the difference between carnivore
and omnivore), so that didn't surprise me; I'm just puzzled by
how he was able to afford it. Of the non-meat dishes, the
chickpeas with garlic were especially tasty, and there was an
interesting compote of assorted veggies flavored with fennel.
(There were also the usual suspects -- bread, cheese, hard-boiled
eggs, green salad, fruit.) There was a mushroom roll (wrapped in
bread) that I ate even though I don't care for mushrooms; it went
well with the mustard sauce that was probably intended for one of
the meats.
On the way home we hit all the construction delays we had dodged
on the way up. I guess that's fair. :-)