Well that was - warmish
May. 29th, 2007 01:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stitchwhichBack from Sapphire Joust. Update/entry in bullets or short choppy sentences because my mind is gone, gone, gone. I agree with everyone who says that it was an experiment in living on the surface of Mars.
We were the last folks to leave the event. It was embarrassing as heck. The days of 'pre-pennsic shakedown' for our camp set-ups at this event are over. (I am declaring it so - Arni disagrees.) What we can do as a family we can't do as a couple. By the time we had gotten everything packed up, I was suffering from heat exhaustion and had re-injured my back while Arn was walking the heat exhaustion road and (more frightening) his heart was pounding so hard I could feel it when I put my hand on his back. So nice as our set-up was, that's the last time we bring so much stuff for anything other than Pennsic. Not to mention that we totally let down the Autocrat by leaving so late.
I was a grump when we arrived late Friday night and started the event snarling at my camp-mates.
I was a grump at two order meetings, the only two I attended. While I said what I believed needed to be said, my manners were poor and my vocabulary/tact even worse. I was appalled at myself for having (probably) hurt the feelings of folks I didn't mean to. There are ways and there are Ways to say unpleasant things - I bumbled through like an Ogre in a strawberry patch. Not good. Heat problems or no, I should know by now that I don't speak or think clearly when I am that hot and stressed.
My camp setup was.... sweet. Compact, cool & comfy (compared to elsewhere) and so relaxing that except for those hours in the Order meetings and a brief attempt at finding Duchess Melisande, I never left it. Didn't see Court, didn't visit friends, didn't go to bardics, feasts, meetings or classes - and feel unashamedly fine with that. I reveled in sitting under canvas with my wooden furniture, my fun kitchen, my campmates and visitors, a good book and oil lamps bright enough to read by before sleep-time. It was bliss. I just - camped.
Although I did get to talk to a lot of folks and even do some extended planning for my Pennsic position with my (probable) successor. That was nice.
Also nice was being able to bring cherries, grapes, and chilled fruit juices to folks with heavier burdens than I'll ever have. :)
Congratulations to Elspet and Thyre - I was sorry to miss it but my head was so heat-muddled that I didn't even remember it was happening until after folks were talking about how great the ceremony was. *sigh*
Master Thomas and his wife Mistress Aelfwyn (Cynara) visited me in camp on Saturday and the whole afternoon was lovely. I got to introduce some of my barony friends to the two sweet and elusive Laurel/Pelicans. Arn cracked open a bottle of barley wine I'd bought for him to try (who can resist a label that proclaims "Blithering Idiot" as its name?) and everyone loved it - even me! And I don't drink beers, ales, or stouts! Or anything else hops/barley brewed. But that was yummy. Rory and his pet human 'Drea joined us for a bit and other friends dropped by so I really didn't miss the walk to visit other folks. Although I would have like to have seen Camp du Soliel.
Single-serving Spam packaged in tear-open envelopes, when mixed with eggs and cheese, is a good quick breakfast for two. Shudder all you want. :) We were testing out 'quick meal' stuff for my kitchen at Pennsic since I won't have a lot of cooking time.
Never again will I test-wear all my grubby-camp clothing and then set myself up to talk 'documentable embroidery or garb stuff' with strangers... I complimented a couple of folks on their clothing as I passed them on the road and there I was wearing the worst stuff in my garb chest. You know, the 'scrub your brazier clean' type of stuff. Oh yeah, I sure looked like I walked the walk. Not. But I couldn't let the lovely clothing go by without saying something, you know?
Bangs hanging over your forehead make for interesting sunburn patterns on your face.
The port-a-potties on Sunday/Monday remind me every year why I am tempted to only day-trip this event anymore.
Catalina is having an affair with my pet kitty, my book collection, and all the guys who make the coffee she buys on the way to meetings.
No - the last bit isn't true at all.
Duh.
But I bet I now owe her a keyboard. Hehehehe...
We were the last folks to leave the event. It was embarrassing as heck. The days of 'pre-pennsic shakedown' for our camp set-ups at this event are over. (I am declaring it so - Arni disagrees.) What we can do as a family we can't do as a couple. By the time we had gotten everything packed up, I was suffering from heat exhaustion and had re-injured my back while Arn was walking the heat exhaustion road and (more frightening) his heart was pounding so hard I could feel it when I put my hand on his back. So nice as our set-up was, that's the last time we bring so much stuff for anything other than Pennsic. Not to mention that we totally let down the Autocrat by leaving so late.
I was a grump when we arrived late Friday night and started the event snarling at my camp-mates.
I was a grump at two order meetings, the only two I attended. While I said what I believed needed to be said, my manners were poor and my vocabulary/tact even worse. I was appalled at myself for having (probably) hurt the feelings of folks I didn't mean to. There are ways and there are Ways to say unpleasant things - I bumbled through like an Ogre in a strawberry patch. Not good. Heat problems or no, I should know by now that I don't speak or think clearly when I am that hot and stressed.
My camp setup was.... sweet. Compact, cool & comfy (compared to elsewhere) and so relaxing that except for those hours in the Order meetings and a brief attempt at finding Duchess Melisande, I never left it. Didn't see Court, didn't visit friends, didn't go to bardics, feasts, meetings or classes - and feel unashamedly fine with that. I reveled in sitting under canvas with my wooden furniture, my fun kitchen, my campmates and visitors, a good book and oil lamps bright enough to read by before sleep-time. It was bliss. I just - camped.
Although I did get to talk to a lot of folks and even do some extended planning for my Pennsic position with my (probable) successor. That was nice.
Also nice was being able to bring cherries, grapes, and chilled fruit juices to folks with heavier burdens than I'll ever have. :)
Congratulations to Elspet and Thyre - I was sorry to miss it but my head was so heat-muddled that I didn't even remember it was happening until after folks were talking about how great the ceremony was. *sigh*
Master Thomas and his wife Mistress Aelfwyn (Cynara) visited me in camp on Saturday and the whole afternoon was lovely. I got to introduce some of my barony friends to the two sweet and elusive Laurel/Pelicans. Arn cracked open a bottle of barley wine I'd bought for him to try (who can resist a label that proclaims "Blithering Idiot" as its name?) and everyone loved it - even me! And I don't drink beers, ales, or stouts! Or anything else hops/barley brewed. But that was yummy. Rory and his pet human 'Drea joined us for a bit and other friends dropped by so I really didn't miss the walk to visit other folks. Although I would have like to have seen Camp du Soliel.
Single-serving Spam packaged in tear-open envelopes, when mixed with eggs and cheese, is a good quick breakfast for two. Shudder all you want. :) We were testing out 'quick meal' stuff for my kitchen at Pennsic since I won't have a lot of cooking time.
Never again will I test-wear all my grubby-camp clothing and then set myself up to talk 'documentable embroidery or garb stuff' with strangers... I complimented a couple of folks on their clothing as I passed them on the road and there I was wearing the worst stuff in my garb chest. You know, the 'scrub your brazier clean' type of stuff. Oh yeah, I sure looked like I walked the walk. Not. But I couldn't let the lovely clothing go by without saying something, you know?
Bangs hanging over your forehead make for interesting sunburn patterns on your face.
The port-a-potties on Sunday/Monday remind me every year why I am tempted to only day-trip this event anymore.
Catalina is having an affair with my pet kitty, my book collection, and all the guys who make the coffee she buys on the way to meetings.
No - the last bit isn't true at all.
Duh.
But I bet I now owe her a keyboard. Hehehehe...
