You know you're in AquaTerra (and/or Ursulmas) WHEN
-You stay up until 2 am making a couple of comfortable, warm, garb pieces (T-tunics, hurhur), because you know it's gonna be cold. Snow or no snow. And then you still wear long underwear underneath.
-You finish and press and hem and topstich this sucker like the world's going to end...and make sure you're even. You know where you're going to be tomorrow, they can see un-even machine stitching from two miles away.
-Gate is running behind schedule, and they let the heavy/rapier fighters and the crown in before they let everyone else in. Which includes the marshals and chirugeons. THIS IS COUNTERPRODUCTIVE IMO.
-Your friend gets picked on because they're not wearing a period top. You know, for her persona, a corset really isn't period. I mean, at least she's young enough that her boobs are perky enough to pull it off. I don't think the bra you have under your kirtle and chemise is period either. POT CALLS KETTLE WHUT?!
(Come to think of it, I don't know any men in the SCA who'll single out a woman and snit at her over her garb like other women will. Huh.)
-There's only one place within walking distance to buy food. Note to self: Next time? BEEF JERKY.
-The crowd (especially with pointy hats) is about 10-20 years older than what you'd typically see at June Faire.
-You're exhausted and sore from walking on friggin' concrete all day
-You feel so disconnected with reality that you end up nommin' on cheeseburgers watching Next Gen on your Xbox and then play some Harvest Moon to wind you down.
I got THIS MANY =>5 hours of sleep last night. I intend to get more.
Tomorrow's agenda?
CON SHIT.
The end.
-You finish and press and hem and topstich this sucker like the world's going to end...and make sure you're even. You know where you're going to be tomorrow, they can see un-even machine stitching from two miles away.
-Gate is running behind schedule, and they let the heavy/rapier fighters and the crown in before they let everyone else in. Which includes the marshals and chirugeons. THIS IS COUNTERPRODUCTIVE IMO.
-Your friend gets picked on because they're not wearing a period top. You know, for her persona, a corset really isn't period. I mean, at least she's young enough that her boobs are perky enough to pull it off. I don't think the bra you have under your kirtle and chemise is period either. POT CALLS KETTLE WHUT?!
(Come to think of it, I don't know any men in the SCA who'll single out a woman and snit at her over her garb like other women will. Huh.)
-There's only one place within walking distance to buy food. Note to self: Next time? BEEF JERKY.
-The crowd (especially with pointy hats) is about 10-20 years older than what you'd typically see at June Faire.
-You're exhausted and sore from walking on friggin' concrete all day
-You feel so disconnected with reality that you end up nommin' on cheeseburgers watching Next Gen on your Xbox and then play some Harvest Moon to wind you down.
I got THIS MANY =>5 hours of sleep last night. I intend to get more.
Tomorrow's agenda?
CON SHIT.
The end.