what a weekend
A virtual rollercoaster of awesomeness and complete shite.
I went to an SCA event with a bunch of friends. After long delays in actually getting on the road, around 11 we finally get to this seedy little motel in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere (the only place near the event site that will take pets) and meet up with another friend and his dog. Courtney goes in to pay the cash pet deposit for her Schnauzer while the rest of us wait outside the motel office with the dogs, glad to finally be there after a looong car ride. Some asshole grabs Courtney's purse in the office and runs out and across the parking lot before we even know what's going on, and she screams "he's got my purse!" The guys tear off after him, and I grab the dogs, who also want to join the chase. When they come back, her husband Tom limping, we find out that the red car that peeled out of the parking lot moments ago had been the getaway car, and they had hit Tom when he tried to grab the guy, hence the limping.
Courtney spent the next morning and afternoon cancelling credit cards and notifying her bank, and I stayed with her and tried to nap. What a crappy thing for her to have to deal with, and the worst is, that fucker will probably never get caught, but will spend the wad of cash she had to pay for the room and throw away her purse and the stuff in it. It's probably a good thing that Tom didn't catch him, because he would have seriously messed that guy up, and ended up in jail.
After that, the rest of the weekend was brilliant. There was much socializing and excessive partying with great people, a food fight in a Mexican restaurant, synchronized motel bed jumping, and hot guys in tiaras ... and instead of staying in Courtney and Tom's room, I ended up staying in someone else's room all weekend. ;-) We'll see what happens.
(to be continued?)
I went to an SCA event with a bunch of friends. After long delays in actually getting on the road, around 11 we finally get to this seedy little motel in the middle-of-fucking-nowhere (the only place near the event site that will take pets) and meet up with another friend and his dog. Courtney goes in to pay the cash pet deposit for her Schnauzer while the rest of us wait outside the motel office with the dogs, glad to finally be there after a looong car ride. Some asshole grabs Courtney's purse in the office and runs out and across the parking lot before we even know what's going on, and she screams "he's got my purse!" The guys tear off after him, and I grab the dogs, who also want to join the chase. When they come back, her husband Tom limping, we find out that the red car that peeled out of the parking lot moments ago had been the getaway car, and they had hit Tom when he tried to grab the guy, hence the limping.
Courtney spent the next morning and afternoon cancelling credit cards and notifying her bank, and I stayed with her and tried to nap. What a crappy thing for her to have to deal with, and the worst is, that fucker will probably never get caught, but will spend the wad of cash she had to pay for the room and throw away her purse and the stuff in it. It's probably a good thing that Tom didn't catch him, because he would have seriously messed that guy up, and ended up in jail.
After that, the rest of the weekend was brilliant. There was much socializing and excessive partying with great people, a food fight in a Mexican restaurant, synchronized motel bed jumping, and hot guys in tiaras ... and instead of staying in Courtney and Tom's room, I ended up staying in someone else's room all weekend. ;-) We'll see what happens.
(to be continued?)