Estrella War

Estrella War is over and I'm home safe. My voice is shot from all the dust. After five days of Atenveldt living, I'm suprised I can talk at all. The fencing was great, living in Darbuka was 24/7 drumming and dancing...the merchants were amazing and yes, the pictures will be up soon.

Seriously, it was the best time I've had all year.

In the last 12 years, 10 of which I was able to attend Estrella, I have managed to keep my wits and not get sick from alcohol. Well, I'm not entirely happy to admit that the streak is broken.

I blame the mead at Nightwolf. You guys really ARE evil. But you know I love you, right? How could I not? You brought a celtic carved BAR with you to war. Jeesus.

I'll tell ya, though, somebody needs to stop all that cloven fruit in your camp. Soooooo bad. Bad. Bad. Bad.

Other points:

Gunvaldt from the West Kingdom: I met you at the Outlands party. Really dear, you are the cutest thing I've seen in a tabard in a long time. But I could have birthed you. Waaaay too young, even if I WERE single. Sorry I bailed on the party, I thought you were getting too frisky. Say Hello to Isra for me when you get home. I'm sure she'll have a huge laugh.

Corvus Aurorae: Thanks for letting me fight on your team. Old School! I think someone might be offended that I didn't fight with Caer Galen...

Orion: Thanks for letting us crash at your house monday night. I miss you and Kai and Brennan. I'm sure it sucks being a displaced Outlander in Atenveldt. Glad to see you haven't gotten rid of all our action figures. Though sleeping in the same room with them was a bit difficult.

Well. Back to reality. Job. Money. Flushing toilets. Email. Hot water on demand. Food without dirt in it.

OK, reality ain't so bad.