Ardmore...
May. 2nd, 2005 05:19 pmOkay. So. A bit of a drag in that of all the outside-the-SCA folks who were expected to show, the only ones who made it were my folks, on the first grey, rainy day, for about an hour. No Dave. No Dani. Which was sad. But on we go.
Lots of Squeakwrangling for me Saturday, though thanks to Adam's siblings, Basha and Gryph, I wasn't alone in it. Those two rock and rock hard. Adam attacked the martial demos with his usual gusto, donning hockey pads and steel to fight heavy and then turning round, changing armour, and fighting light a few times. Got his authorisations up to Case so the next day he could challenge Corbin for the Iron Ring. I was proud. He was dead tired.
Aside from the wrangling, I got to hang out with a good crew of friends, and that's always to be purrrred about. :)
Have I mentioned that I adore this crew?
Sunday, my mother-in-law and I traded young sons: I handed her Dae, and she gave us Gryph. Bright sunlight, my requisite 73 degrees, a good wind, and good company. I got to gear up and spar a few rounds! Got my ass handed to me on several occasions, but I was having fun, so hey. ~grin~ On a what-have-I-to-lose impulse, I asked the Captain to go a round with me, single dagger.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, a little incredulty (and dare I say, teasing condescention?) in his voice. "It's a meat grinder. Real aggressive..."
"What's the worst that could happen? I die? I'm dying here."
"Oka-a-ay..." (and I can almost hear, your funeral...)
~snicker~ Yes, I was aware I was being taunted. Yes, I was aware of why.
Yes, I let it work.
A few moments into the dance, stand-so and guard-so and aim-so all fell into if-I-stab-him-before-he-stabs-me-he'll-shut-up. Duende. Good stuff. So thank you, dear, for being an evil SOB. ~grin~
So Adam challenged for the Iron Ring. Put up a fight, but didn't come home the biggest target in the kingdom. Likewise Juan Tomas and likewise Corbin's lady Isabelle (Ysabel? any help?).
And Gryph distinguished himself as one hell of a gopher/sherpa/second, not to mention willing English-country-dancer and entertainer-of-daughters. I was *quite* proud of that young man.
A good day, all in all.
Damn good.
Here's hoping things go that nicely at Black Axe next weekend (sweet heavens, send me a babysitter...).
Mike? Elise? How about this one?
Lots of Squeakwrangling for me Saturday, though thanks to Adam's siblings, Basha and Gryph, I wasn't alone in it. Those two rock and rock hard. Adam attacked the martial demos with his usual gusto, donning hockey pads and steel to fight heavy and then turning round, changing armour, and fighting light a few times. Got his authorisations up to Case so the next day he could challenge Corbin for the Iron Ring. I was proud. He was dead tired.
Aside from the wrangling, I got to hang out with a good crew of friends, and that's always to be purrrred about. :)
Have I mentioned that I adore this crew?
Sunday, my mother-in-law and I traded young sons: I handed her Dae, and she gave us Gryph. Bright sunlight, my requisite 73 degrees, a good wind, and good company. I got to gear up and spar a few rounds! Got my ass handed to me on several occasions, but I was having fun, so hey. ~grin~ On a what-have-I-to-lose impulse, I asked the Captain to go a round with me, single dagger.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, a little incredulty (and dare I say, teasing condescention?) in his voice. "It's a meat grinder. Real aggressive..."
"What's the worst that could happen? I die? I'm dying here."
"Oka-a-ay..." (and I can almost hear, your funeral...)
~snicker~ Yes, I was aware I was being taunted. Yes, I was aware of why.
Yes, I let it work.
A few moments into the dance, stand-so and guard-so and aim-so all fell into if-I-stab-him-before-he-stabs-me-he'll-shut-up. Duende. Good stuff. So thank you, dear, for being an evil SOB. ~grin~
So Adam challenged for the Iron Ring. Put up a fight, but didn't come home the biggest target in the kingdom. Likewise Juan Tomas and likewise Corbin's lady Isabelle (Ysabel? any help?).
And Gryph distinguished himself as one hell of a gopher/sherpa/second, not to mention willing English-country-dancer and entertainer-of-daughters. I was *quite* proud of that young man.
A good day, all in all.
Damn good.
Here's hoping things go that nicely at Black Axe next weekend (sweet heavens, send me a babysitter...).
Mike? Elise? How about this one?