rundown
estrella war 2007 was this weekend and i had such a good time. i am so so happy that i went. i was really hesitant at first because none of the other girls were going and i figured i wouldnt have much fun, since k-lee would have to be working and shaking hands with her millions of friends, but it wasnt like that at all. i met so many new people and did a lot of drinking and dancing. i know i would have had a good time with my girls, but i made the most of it. the weather was nice, just a little cold in the evenings, and the sunsets were beautiful. i dont mind the new site either... its kind of spread out, which has its pros and cons, but its not as dusty as the last site so i was happy and not complaining.
friday night we settled in, got dressed and went out. we met up with angie and dave from schadenfreude (sp?) and they informed us that it was their household's last war. you guessed it-- the rumor is no one can stand kyla. i mean no one. she had run her mouth and broke up the camp. everyone called her Yoko the whole weekend. angie and dave want to start a new tangent to the SCA: FruedenSchade.
Then on Friday, i met Doc. his real name is james, but even outside of the SCA he goes by Doc, (yes, he's a medic) and that's how he introduced himself, so thats what ill call him. :) Doc will go down in history as one of the kindest people i have met. he is a 35 year old divorcee from Orange County, and he has no family, no children, no mom, no brothers and sisters. he is going into the army in hopes of going to Iraq, not because he believes in "the cause", but because he wants to fill a spot. he said that he wanted to go so someone else wouldnt have to. and he wanted to be a medic so he could help people over there.
part of me thinks he's insane- why the hell would you literally risk your life for someone you will never meet? but a big part of me really admires that kind of mentality. to be that kind-hearted and good. that wasnt the only instance that proved his kind of character either- he was generous to everyone the whole weekend. he was always escorting the ladies around, and giving people drinks, and whatnot. he even walked a drunk girl back to her camp that was half a mile away. he was a very kind man. i may be against this war (and i was begging him to stay, trust me) and i may hate the idea of people going over there to blow up other people, but i guess if you're going to go, it may as well be on your terms, and for the best reason possible.
so, that was friday. saturday was a lot of fun too, wendy, from k-lee's beginner class, offered us a drink at the bar (yeah i said it- the new site has a bar!) and we got to drink mixed drinks on barstools until neon lit-signs. then we went to a different camp and did a little dancing with some of the midriff girls. and then i met dingo. dingo's real name is Brian. after chatting with him for a minute i started calling him DingoBrian. i feel weird about calling people by their scadian names if i know their real ones. so i called him both. he ended up being a very nice guy- very tall and thin, very friendly and conversational. i was instantly attracted to him when he mentioned that he never really got into wars and events, he never took on another persona, he just went to have fun and see old friends. Bingo Dingo. I dont need any aspiring actors tonight either. he ended up hangin out with us the rest of the night, and when the rest of the people were going to bed, he invited me over to his camp across the road from ours to finish the night, which i did. i had a very good time. we drank beers around the fire with his friends, and when the sun started coming up he walked me back to my camp and kissed me goodnight with no hanky panky. just a very sweet kid with a cloak that his mom made him. he then made a mention that he was leaving in the morning and he was sorry he hadnt met me sooner, to look for him at potrero, to follow the drums.
and the more i think about it, the more i wish i had gotten an olde tyme email addresse or something. i bet there are going to be a lot of drums at war. :-P but what would i have done with a number? called him long distance and asked him to have a cup of coffee with me over the phone? maybe i did the right thing.
sunday was much fun too. we saw a comedy hour (i know thats weird but they had like medieval comedy of sorts) which was fun, and then we went to NightWolf to dance and drink. NO ONE was there. k-lee met up with makara actually went in and woke up some of the drummers and the bartender, and they were kind enough to entertain us until the sun came up. nice drummers.
at one point in the night i was about to pee in my harem pants, so Doc escorted me to ye privy, and we ended up having a long conversation about him leaving and being a war hero. we talked and talked, and whaddyaknow, i ended up getting emotional about it. it was hard to stand there and listen to a guy who has such a big heart, and he's just going off and risking everything he has. i hugged him and kissed his cheeks, told him it made me sad, but that i understood to an extent. then we left it at that and walked back into the camp.
makara and k-lee and i danced and drank, and one of the drummers ended up escorting me home (nice guy). i went to my tent and fell asleep, and when i woke up there was a note on my tent floor. i opened it up and it was from Doc. in his letter, he thanked me for my concern, and said i was a very sweet girl, and that he was happy to know me. he also gifted me a worry stone, which is a hard, smooth colorful stone thats shaped like a little wheel. the one he gave me is red and about the size of a quarter. he said to rub it whenever i worried about something, to think about him, to remember he was happy to have met me.
i love love love good people. and i love when they show their good.
then i packed up and drove home.
in conclusion, i had a fabulous weekend. and if anyone runs into DingoBrian, tell him to call me on ye olde tyme celle phone. :)