Glory looms and Mundania interferes

No, I haven't died. I've been very, very caught up in mundane life lately, and trying not to let it all overwhelm me. When somebody figures out cloning, please let me know. I want another few of me.

It seems like there's always too much to do in the summer, and part of me always has regrets about the invitations I have to decline because I'm already double or triple booked that weekend.

Aye, well. Mundania is there to be escaped from. There's just too many choices!

Thankfully, I was able to coincide a visit to my family last weekend with a trip to Club Dragonsspine. Oh, how that basement has changed! What once was a concrete room, roughed in with 2x4s (and a haven for spiders) is now a sexy, swanky tiki lounge complete with pool table and a better stocked bar than one usually finds in the basement of a non-descript house in suburbia.

Present at the club were of course many Dragonspinians...and a displaced Outlander living in Atenveldt, returned for a visit. Homesick I suspect. I would be.

And yes, I managed to get a couple of rounds of NostaRovias going. As practice for Glory. Right.

It should be awe-inspiring and more fun than I've had since...uh...Estrella War, probably. Plus, this will be my first real camping event with Alexsy.

He got to go to Uprising in Artemisia without me, and apparently fit right in like someone born and raised SCA. I languished at work, with twinges of jealousy. Grrrrr. Why does there have to be black-out dates on vacation time from work??

On his return, he soothed my pout with a lovely silver camel pin. Can somebody say "huzzah" for me?

Like I always say...you can never have too many camels.

I am the thing in the basement that makes noises while you sleep..

So I've gotten myself mostly moved into my temporary pad in Sir Torin's basement. I like to scuttle around down there and pretend I'm a creepy dungeon dweller or something. I guess that's just years of being afraid of dark basements coming back to haunt me in some strange way.

Of course when the heater kicks on about 2 feet from my door it scares the crap out of me. Houses make the most interesting noises. I'd almost be afraid to hear what this would would say if it could talk.

In other news, I spent one night at Crossroads last Saturday, and had a great time in the Dawn Ship of Darbuka. It's really a shame that Crossroads has a noise curfew at 10pm. What's that, like an hour after dark? Please. That's my only complaint about the Crow Valley campsite, which is why I haven't set foot into any events held there for years. But it was MUCH easier to go there (1 hour away) than to attempt Grand Outlandish (8 hours away). I needed a break from packing and moving. I got myself thoroughly intoxicated on dark beer and Nostrovias! But not so intoxicated that I woke up in the wrong tent or anything...

Well, that's all for now. I'm using a friends computer and internet connection to post this. Comcast shows up on June 7th to hook me up with high speed goodness. But, for about a week, I'll be offline.

Rest assured, when the connection is live, I'll be back to babbling incoherently about the SCA, Colorado RenFair ( starts June 11th!! ), fencing and various other geeky pursuits.

Huzzah!

Too many events, too little money...

Well, the ka-ching I just spent on fixing my car wiped out my budget for SCA for the next month at least. No Sworded Affaire, Carnivale, or Grand Outlandish for me. Ok, MAYBE Coronation. Purely in the interest of journalism.

I WILL make Glory War and Rogue Camp. Ok, technically Rogue Camp is not an SCA event. It's XCA - Xtreme Creative Anachronism. Yeah, I made that up. If you are not invited you can't go. Sorry.

So all you SCA'ers, you got ONE CHANCE to see me this summer. Glory. I'll be in Darbuka or Shadowstag. Dancing, fencing or drinking. Or combinations thereof.

Somebody better bring me a NostaRovia.