On Firsts
So, upon returning from Pennsic (medieval fight club/party/social/general insanity-iness) and lazing around for a week, I record a vastly shortened version of things. I fought, I marshalled, I helped out, I shopped, I partied, all in moderation. I bought my first kilt, got what I need for my first Saxon round shield, dressed up like a monk for the first time, fought in what was really a cohesive unit for the first time, camped with Settmour Swamp for the first time, went to and helped out their party for the first time, and was seen by a friend while I was wearing non-medieval clothes for the first time. There were a few more firsts, I think, but either I forget or don't feel like mentioning them. War was fun, but different. I'm no longer as interested with hanging out with the former pages as much, and I don't feel the need to be all loyal the way I used to. I guess that, for the first time, I realised that I'm playing a game, and if the other players decide to go out of their way to irritate me and those around me, or cheat, I can stop playing. The SCA has no real holds over me, and the reason I play is for friendship. I like the fighting and artsing and history, but if anyone wants to ruin it for me, I don't have to put up with it. I give respect to those above me only because I feel like playing the game, and if they forget that I don't have to give them any respect, well, I'm perfectly capable of reminding them. Anyhoo, the East won, I came back, and have been slacking or working around the house since. Most of my friends have gone off to uni by now, but I've got a month till I leave. Still, things are falling into place for Dublin, and I seem to (probably) have a place to live. Hopefully, I'll figure out some way of seeing King'sians this year, but...