Page Two...the silliness continues
Being excited about going to a new camping event, Isoble and I wisely decided to go a day early so that we could get a good spot and have some fun. The site is roughly five hours from our home shire. We left in the morning while it was still cool, and as we drove it got hotter. We rolled down the windows chosing the air over the farm smells. At out first stop we were very tired from the heat and by lack of communication the car was not refilled. In the middle of no where I look over and see that the gas tank level is on empty, and trying to coast as much as possible as a small car filled to the brim as, we made it on fumes to a small town with a gas station. Once we continued and reached the turn off we discovered that it was on a very dry gravel road, and had to roll up the windows, and the car became a sauna as things began to melt.. From the web site I knew that there had to be a castle somewhere, but could not see anything over the hills. After a small search on foot, we foudn the castle and made it to the actually site. To our horror a dog kept trying to play chicken with the vehicle, and being entirely too warm we broke down into giggles. After choosing a spot near some trees we unloaded, and Isobel was about to faint and I was about to be ill. Deciding that Isobel was worse for wear I focused on getting the tent set up.Once most was done, we sat under our make shift shade and grummbled as we drank more water. It is also at this point that we realized that our meal plan with the lemmings was not going to help because we were early, and overlooked this detail in our planning. Fortunately for us their were some lovely people from Vinjar who invited us over for more shade and a rest (Lady Sadb is a Goddess forever). After a pleasant break we decided it was time to finish unpacking the tent. As we finished inflating the air mattresses we saw a giant brown cloud heading over direction. The next thing I know Isobel is stuck on the inside of a dome tent bending the wrong way as it tries to flip over as a result of a dust storm. Again some good people of Vinjar help up with guy wires to keep our shelter from blowing away. After our battle we were way to tired to do anything else, and went to bed, unable to sleep. But this is a happy story because the next day Vinjar came to our aid again with breakfast and news of hot showers in Llyodminister. We set off on our trek with one of thier members, and found an oasis. Not only hot showers and a swimming pool, but a sauna, steam room, hot tub, waterslides and wave pool. Our initial plam of a 2 hour trek becomes 6, and we all lived (well the week-end at least) at Quad War happily ever after.
This being my first event where I would be the driver into another country, we (Eden and I) made sure we were well prepared for the trip. Once we arrived, we found a nice spot under some trees near merchants row. Our attempts to phone Eden's parents (cell phone) were futile, so we decided to drive out the next day and try again. We were walking around the site when some squirrels started running at Eden. It was funny, and we decided to get away by wading in the stream that runs through the site. That night we slept and joked about the squirrels keeping Eden awake all night. It was midday when there was a message being Heralded all over the site for Eden's mundane name. Since we had been unable to call Eden's mother, she had been frantic. Somehow she had managed to phone the hidden camp-ground in the US with very little information back in Canada. Fortunately Eden was able to call her mother back and convince her that she was still in one fully functioning, but somewhat red faced piece.
Being a person who had a hard time deciding on one persona, I enjoy having different kinds of garb. Having been reading about the lives of Medieval women, I was inspired to make a nun's habit. With a little luck I was able to find the right materials and a rosary to complete the ensemble. Since I was still debating which person I wanted to be in the SCA I decided to create Sister Beatrice for the feast. Once at the feast, I felt unusually calm and obedient...I have never seen to many people try so hard to keep a stright face after seeing me.I cannot truly be that bad! In addition to the comments I received ("No, not a comment! Convent"), I decided to do some dancing...not advisable indoors in dark grey wool! Feeling tired I still helped clean the hall that night. Fooling around with a friend I found myself hoisted over a shoulder, I told him to let me down, and knowing what was good for him, he did. It was a good event with amazing food, and the drive back was without incident. However a week later a giant heart shaped bruise appeared on my arm right above my elbow. What a memento!
With some minor alterations and a loss of a few inches I ended up looking very pretty at the 12th Night feast. Getting my new prized possession (my new harp) and spending time with friend I do not see enough of was the icing on my 12th Night happy cake. However perhaps too much happiness is not a good thing as it seems to of affected my IQ. After helping clean up, a friend asked if I could give him and his stuff a ride to his crash space. Feeling overjoyed, I agreed and we were off. Once we arrived at our destination, we helped unload the stuff, covered up my harp, and I, with a great big smile on my face, promptly locked the keys inside the car! It seems my good fortunate had come to a rather stupid ending. Some of my good luck returns as Andreas was kind enough to lend me his AMA between chuckles.
In my vain attempt to boost Shire participation, I held a tavern at my house for some fun. The night before the event I was blessed with a nightmare that none of the the local Shire showed, but instead half of the principality (including the royals) had graced me with their presence. When I finally woke up, and the real tavern begun, we ended up having a good time. This event featured the most bizzare game of tablero I have ever seen, and this was non-alcoholic tablero! Things started sweetly...and then the cheating began. Eden had managed to pour part of her opponenet's juice into her own jug. Had she not confirmed that she was not empty by holding up her jug the game would have ended there. Lady Lydia decided that she was not going to lose that easily. She had Lady Danaa distract Eden while Lydia began to refill her own juice from a pop bottle. Things broke out into sugar high chaos when attempts to steal each others jug of "swamp water" broke out. The craziness was at at it's peak when Danaa dove behind Eden, chugging as much juice as possible. All would have been good if Eden had not of turned around and made Danaa laugh mid chug, sending her dashing for her garderobe. Next time we will play with alcohol, it seems to be the safer version of the game.
We went all out on the food for May Days, making sure that we had way too much food. However, on our first night we discovered the benefit of bringing a measuring cup...because if you add too much it gets very goopy. It tasted a bit odd, but it's when it cool down that you get to have real fun. And using it to throw is much fun....it put out the fire better than water!
What does that mean? (The Glossary)