Endless Mountains Medieval Faire.
Jun. 1st, 2004 02:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleWell, if anyone didn't know before, they sure as hell know now.
There's far too much to post now-- I'm blastingly, eye-gougingly exhausted as I really haven't slept in a few days and just got off a two and a half hour drive home. I'm just so happy to be WARM again. I don't know how many shades of stupid you have to be to hear someone say, "I'm freezing my nipples off!" and yet still not pack warm clothes. I must be a rainbow. Thank G-d one of my velvet dresses was lurking in my trunk.
High point of the weekend?
I killed Lars. Twice.
And then he killed me, so it's fine. But he promised me nine years ago we'd spar, and it finally happened. I had a sword in my hand for the first time in I don't know how long. I fenced. I sparred. I had fun. My G-d, I'd forgotten how much fun it is. Most of the folks there were SCAdians, I believe, so I don't know their rules too well. I was just in it for the fun. Alas, I still had my corset on under the fencing vest, and my skirts, so I wasn't as free to move as I'd've liked. But I think I acquitted myself admirably. Someone even got pictures. And of course, everyone stopped to watch Lars, especially when he and Scott Werbin went at it, both armed with Lundegaard steel.
And I'd forgotten, too, how erotic fencing can be. The rush, the power, the steel...my G-d. I remember so fondly the evenings I fought Jason Merrill on the walkway at the old GARF site-- he always wound up buying dinner. And the time I took on Todd there and my thigh turned the most fascinating colours for weeks after his short sword bit me. I definitely prefer fighting men, I must admit. It's a living metaphor, yes. We had to leave directly.
I want more. G-d, I want more. Fidessa sits and mocks me. Or maybe she's bitching at me-- but as someone said, "I don't carry any more because I never fence."
Hm.
Jay, you wouldn't mind if I carried in the shop, would you?
Anyone want to go at it? Bless you, Kyle, I have my own mask....
There's far too much to post now-- I'm blastingly, eye-gougingly exhausted as I really haven't slept in a few days and just got off a two and a half hour drive home. I'm just so happy to be WARM again. I don't know how many shades of stupid you have to be to hear someone say, "I'm freezing my nipples off!" and yet still not pack warm clothes. I must be a rainbow. Thank G-d one of my velvet dresses was lurking in my trunk.
High point of the weekend?
I killed Lars. Twice.
And then he killed me, so it's fine. But he promised me nine years ago we'd spar, and it finally happened. I had a sword in my hand for the first time in I don't know how long. I fenced. I sparred. I had fun. My G-d, I'd forgotten how much fun it is. Most of the folks there were SCAdians, I believe, so I don't know their rules too well. I was just in it for the fun. Alas, I still had my corset on under the fencing vest, and my skirts, so I wasn't as free to move as I'd've liked. But I think I acquitted myself admirably. Someone even got pictures. And of course, everyone stopped to watch Lars, especially when he and Scott Werbin went at it, both armed with Lundegaard steel.
And I'd forgotten, too, how erotic fencing can be. The rush, the power, the steel...my G-d. I remember so fondly the evenings I fought Jason Merrill on the walkway at the old GARF site-- he always wound up buying dinner. And the time I took on Todd there and my thigh turned the most fascinating colours for weeks after his short sword bit me. I definitely prefer fighting men, I must admit. It's a living metaphor, yes. We had to leave directly.
I want more. G-d, I want more. Fidessa sits and mocks me. Or maybe she's bitching at me-- but as someone said, "I don't carry any more because I never fence."
Hm.
Jay, you wouldn't mind if I carried in the shop, would you?
Anyone want to go at it? Bless you, Kyle, I have my own mask....
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Date: 2004-06-01 04:57 am (UTC)I think I only think I know?
In any case... glad you had a such a fabulous time!
So what's the story with next weekend? Are you and L.-The-Busy going to make it down? :)))
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Date: 2004-06-01 07:50 am (UTC)I'm so clueless. I have a fitting Saturday and a Wench meeting Sunday. Sigh.
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Date: 2004-06-01 08:19 am (UTC)Sunday the 20th is Father's Day, but how about that Saturday, the 19th? That'd be terrific on my end...
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Date: 2004-06-01 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 07:51 am (UTC)Carrying
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Date: 2004-06-02 07:36 am (UTC)Can you make me a vest? My breasts would be oh-so-grateful.