Festival
Aye what a week
Tues saw me resigning from my job followed by assurances on Wed i was stlll needed at work and all resources would be made available if i would consider staying
Blech
Ater picking up Dom and running a few last errands Little Brusi came around and regaled us with stories while I struggled to tetris the car
I imprudently stayed up waiting for Crowbarr and downed far too many beers.
Feeling the worse for wear it was hard run to site which took ages
Thank god Rohan had set up my tent so all i had to do was move in
Found i had misplaced the cap on the air mattress but only after a good half hour of futile and wheezy pumping ... duh
Soup kitchen and a few beers... off to sleep on the hard cold ground
(actually it wasn't that cold and i found a nice hollow into which i snuggled)
Friday's heraldric melee was a mess wih Arrowreach only winning one of three bouts and were routed by Des Cartes on two other occasions
A coupe of memories:
As i stepped forward two comrades on either side of me fell away dead. I remember thinking to myself ... hello Sir Brennan , hello Sir Brusi ... eep
The former took my arm, the latter my leg ... i yielded
Having been legged in another bout I was lucky to defeat my opponent and proceeded to run across the market eric on my knees. Afterwards somebody told me the crowd was cheering but all i recall being focused on was the last Arrowreachean facing multiple opponents
He fell just as I got there and another fellow took my head clean off, one shot *shakes head* ... how ignominious
Caddied for the golf tournament that afternoon and had a great time
Sat was market day so raced into town to buy supplies for that nights dinner which we were cooking. Floated around the market at site for a short time picking up a few things (fave buy a new tobacco pouch)
Agreeing that the food would be better the longer it cooked we started before opening court. Jai was too hung over to deal with food and Dom cut his finger... twice .. so chopping was left to me. Cooking therefore took me longer than anticiplated and ended up missing court entirely (bugga)
Minestrone (that came out nicely enough) and spag bowl (average sauce and the pasta was ruined becuse we did not strain it properly)
Barely drank that night as war was the following day
But my heart wasn't in it
Fought in the morning against what seemed to be overwhelming forces and planning that went awry
Did well i thought at the fjord where I held off three pikemen for a good while
So I skipped the afternoon and chilled
Got myself to the fighter auction and was sold 'cheap to one of the kids' no ego boost there
I cant quite recall what i did that night but i do remember feeling down in the dumps and was missing Mel into the bargain
Which carried over to the tourney itself
At least two of the guys I fought ended up being in top 18 and therefore in the finals but I did not fight well
(Image of Baron Hrothgar grinning as he strode towards me ... Belissario! ... at least he remembers my name lol)
Psyched myself out
Just as I was about to pack a few things and change for closing court which I had been looking forward to C rocks up asking for a favour. Not really thinking about it i agreed to go to the troll gate to summon and relieve the constable there as (sneaky sneaky) he need to be prettified for court (wink, wink)
Not taking shoes (not a good idea)
Wearing nothing but a tunic (not a good idea)
Having to stop peeps at the gate while closing court finished (not a good idea)
As soon as 'Long Live the King' was heard over the hill I almost got run over in the mad rush of a dozen cars eager to get away.
And then staying on another half another hour trying to slow down the p platers who were barrelling down the track
'Thank you for driving slowly ... remember 650 people are eating your dust'
'Hope you enjoyed festival... drive safely'
But it was fun anyway because i got to yell at people ;) tho on one occassion I had to add 'your excellency' lol
After heading back to camp shivering and barefooted in the dark got to talk to a few peeps re SCA, AR in general, about who likes who and who doesn't, plans for the future and next festival. MM's question game was fun so stayed up drinkin and gas bagging
Tues was pack up and the long drive home. Stop at my place to dump stuff and a hasty tetris, fly out to mt evelyn to drop jai off, then to mooroolbark for dom finally got home at 9.30
And o my didn't that hot shower feel good
I was aleep before my head hit the pillow
No big sleep in though. Promised I would help B & A unload the truck which took less than an hour then stuck around to chat
Pulled the tent out to dry and repack it. Did some gardening and took a nanna nap before mel arrived from sydney (yay) and we took l out to dinner to say ta for minding the house and the cat
(the house by the way was cleaner than I left it so cheers to l)
lots more to tell but running out of time so later
Tues saw me resigning from my job followed by assurances on Wed i was stlll needed at work and all resources would be made available if i would consider staying
Blech
Ater picking up Dom and running a few last errands Little Brusi came around and regaled us with stories while I struggled to tetris the car
I imprudently stayed up waiting for Crowbarr and downed far too many beers.
Feeling the worse for wear it was hard run to site which took ages
Thank god Rohan had set up my tent so all i had to do was move in
Found i had misplaced the cap on the air mattress but only after a good half hour of futile and wheezy pumping ... duh
Soup kitchen and a few beers... off to sleep on the hard cold ground
(actually it wasn't that cold and i found a nice hollow into which i snuggled)
Friday's heraldric melee was a mess wih Arrowreach only winning one of three bouts and were routed by Des Cartes on two other occasions
A coupe of memories:
As i stepped forward two comrades on either side of me fell away dead. I remember thinking to myself ... hello Sir Brennan , hello Sir Brusi ... eep
The former took my arm, the latter my leg ... i yielded
Having been legged in another bout I was lucky to defeat my opponent and proceeded to run across the market eric on my knees. Afterwards somebody told me the crowd was cheering but all i recall being focused on was the last Arrowreachean facing multiple opponents
He fell just as I got there and another fellow took my head clean off, one shot *shakes head* ... how ignominious
Caddied for the golf tournament that afternoon and had a great time
Sat was market day so raced into town to buy supplies for that nights dinner which we were cooking. Floated around the market at site for a short time picking up a few things (fave buy a new tobacco pouch)
Agreeing that the food would be better the longer it cooked we started before opening court. Jai was too hung over to deal with food and Dom cut his finger... twice .. so chopping was left to me. Cooking therefore took me longer than anticiplated and ended up missing court entirely (bugga)
Minestrone (that came out nicely enough) and spag bowl (average sauce and the pasta was ruined becuse we did not strain it properly)
Barely drank that night as war was the following day
But my heart wasn't in it
Fought in the morning against what seemed to be overwhelming forces and planning that went awry
Did well i thought at the fjord where I held off three pikemen for a good while
So I skipped the afternoon and chilled
Got myself to the fighter auction and was sold 'cheap to one of the kids' no ego boost there
I cant quite recall what i did that night but i do remember feeling down in the dumps and was missing Mel into the bargain
Which carried over to the tourney itself
At least two of the guys I fought ended up being in top 18 and therefore in the finals but I did not fight well
(Image of Baron Hrothgar grinning as he strode towards me ... Belissario! ... at least he remembers my name lol)
Psyched myself out
Just as I was about to pack a few things and change for closing court which I had been looking forward to C rocks up asking for a favour. Not really thinking about it i agreed to go to the troll gate to summon and relieve the constable there as (sneaky sneaky) he need to be prettified for court (wink, wink)
Not taking shoes (not a good idea)
Wearing nothing but a tunic (not a good idea)
Having to stop peeps at the gate while closing court finished (not a good idea)
As soon as 'Long Live the King' was heard over the hill I almost got run over in the mad rush of a dozen cars eager to get away.
And then staying on another half another hour trying to slow down the p platers who were barrelling down the track
'Thank you for driving slowly ... remember 650 people are eating your dust'
'Hope you enjoyed festival... drive safely'
But it was fun anyway because i got to yell at people ;) tho on one occassion I had to add 'your excellency' lol
After heading back to camp shivering and barefooted in the dark got to talk to a few peeps re SCA, AR in general, about who likes who and who doesn't, plans for the future and next festival. MM's question game was fun so stayed up drinkin and gas bagging
Tues was pack up and the long drive home. Stop at my place to dump stuff and a hasty tetris, fly out to mt evelyn to drop jai off, then to mooroolbark for dom finally got home at 9.30
And o my didn't that hot shower feel good
I was aleep before my head hit the pillow
No big sleep in though. Promised I would help B & A unload the truck which took less than an hour then stuck around to chat
Pulled the tent out to dry and repack it. Did some gardening and took a nanna nap before mel arrived from sydney (yay) and we took l out to dinner to say ta for minding the house and the cat
(the house by the way was cleaner than I left it so cheers to l)
lots more to tell but running out of time so later