Woot!
As always, Bordermarch Autum Melees (or as someone I know called it BorderMARSH Autumn Melees) was a blast. Well, one part sucked. John couldn't be there. *shakes fist at the Army*
We left out Friday, pretty much sorta kinda on time, and only had to turn back once. (Forgot feast gear and my medication.)
It was overcast as we left Austin and the rain started in earnest once we hit Taylor or so. It rained about the whole way to Colmesneil, although it was blessedly dry when we got there so we could set up our tent *not* in the rain.
That was going swimmingly...until it was discovered that we'd brought two different sizes of ridgepole supports. Normally, you like them to be of equal length. Not so much. In fact, there was about a foot of difference. YOIKES! Anyway, after much gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair, we settled on a solution. The shorter support pole was put on top of a toolbox and it was the perfect height.
So, that got taken care of...and Liam realized we'd forgotten to pack the crossbraces for his bed. *headdesk* So, the futon that normally goes on the frame...ended up on the ground. It wasn't too bed, as the futon kept the chill of the ground from coming up and seeping through. After that though, everything went very well.
The Best Friend of Awesomeness and Kittens and the Husband of Tall Awesomeness showed up shortly after we did.
Friday night was pretty mellow and we called it an evening rather early. The best part about Friday night? There was NO WIND. For those who were at BAM last year...yeah it wasn't anything like that. We didn't have to hold on to the tent for dear life this time.
Saturday was morning court, followed by armor inspection. I had fun in the open field battle, but once ti started raining again, I got out of armor and hung out the the Best Friend of Awesomeness and Kittens. I don't mind it being cold, but I get paid to work in the rain, and I'll be damned if I'm going to play in it. Call me a spoilsport. However, I did hear that the zombie battle was a blast, although there was at least one injury. :-(
Um. Right. Saturday night was my turn to drink a bit and after five jello shots, and a beer, I was feeling no pain. I wasn't feeling my feet either, but Liam, the Best Friend of Awesomeness and Kittens and her Husband of Tall Awesomeness kept a good hand on me. Evidently, I was not obnoxioux, just funny and cheerful and happy. Yay for drinking just enough to get happy and not enough to make an ass out of myself. Also, yay for no hangover!
Sunday, we slept in and had breakfast with the BFOAAK and the HOTA and got on road. After I got home, I went and got the puppies and life returned to normal. We unpacked the truck, and started post-event laundry.
I wish John could have been there. I missed him and I think he would have enjoyed the event.