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Nov. 9th, 2009 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseThis weekend (And follow-up) appear to have been made of Dumb.
Having recovered sufficiently (I thought) from the cold of the last week, Colin and I packed up to Moorhead, MN, for the event. First dumb: we get to the border, the guard asks where we're going, and Colin says Moorhead. I came *THIS* close to saying out loud, "Moorhead? But I thought you said the event was in Fargo."
(For those not familiar, Fargo and Moorhead are effectively the same town on opposite sides of the Red River and the MN/ND border. They *ARE* the same place - Korsvag - as far as SCA geography is concerned.)
Second dumb was being confused why they weren't having a Baronial court (Korsvag is a Shire, or a group too small to be a Barony...)
Third and best dumb was, while packing away our feast gear after the feast, I picked up a pillar candle, nestled the holder with its fellow, and then casually tipped the STILL LIT candle most of the way into the basket - the splash of wax only gave be brief pause. I would have probably put it away anyhow had Colin not suggested I blow it out first (This also left me in an extended case of the giggles)
Fourth dumb - wqell, wasn't so bad, as such; this is now officially the most drunk I have been in my life. (This is not suggestive of how much I had to drink, as I was walking straight and fairly coherent, if more than a mite dizzy and giddy. This is suggestive of how few times I have been drunk before; I've been giggly on three known occasions.) This did help me win a game of Munchkin for the first time ever (The more inebriated state and the convenient distraction of people outside the game were both much bigger factors. But I usually find Munchkin strategy hard, as it involves a genuine level of Screw Your Neighbour, not merely pragmatic competitiveness.) And I drank down two full glasses of water once I knew it (albeit with a bit more vodka between. Mmm, grape vodka). And I was sober enough to turn down a near constant offer of coffee-orange flavoured tequila, and thus not really mix drinks.
I never could decide if I had a headache the next day, and it was hard to weight the sleepiness of being up early versus the potential drag of hangover, but I think i escaped close enough to scot-free to be content.
Fifth dumb, and most potentially dangerous and self-damaging? I don't normally work Mondays. So last night I was up way late and COMPLETELY forgot I did have a shift today. So completely that even when the temp agency called me on an unrelated matter, I didn't twig. It wasn't until I got the call from work that I recalled that agreement. Thank everything, they were okay with me going in Friday instead (I'm not replacing or alternating with anyone else, so the only person normally responsible for my schedule is me.)
Still, all in all the weekend was fun. Got to hang out a fair bit with out of towners we like, (although our table at feast was all Castel Rougeans, by a sort of accident, a fact I still kind of regret.) There weren't a lot of planned activities unrelated to the fighting tournaments, so I danced some, and hung out a bit in the dance room, where between dances, musicians tried out unrelated music and people played board games. Enjoyed the post revel, too. Got to watch someone try to read cards while drunk (Admitting that the drunkenness was leading to a heavier quotient of BS even than usual).
Having recovered sufficiently (I thought) from the cold of the last week, Colin and I packed up to Moorhead, MN, for the event. First dumb: we get to the border, the guard asks where we're going, and Colin says Moorhead. I came *THIS* close to saying out loud, "Moorhead? But I thought you said the event was in Fargo."
(For those not familiar, Fargo and Moorhead are effectively the same town on opposite sides of the Red River and the MN/ND border. They *ARE* the same place - Korsvag - as far as SCA geography is concerned.)
Second dumb was being confused why they weren't having a Baronial court (Korsvag is a Shire, or a group too small to be a Barony...)
Third and best dumb was, while packing away our feast gear after the feast, I picked up a pillar candle, nestled the holder with its fellow, and then casually tipped the STILL LIT candle most of the way into the basket - the splash of wax only gave be brief pause. I would have probably put it away anyhow had Colin not suggested I blow it out first (This also left me in an extended case of the giggles)
Fourth dumb - wqell, wasn't so bad, as such; this is now officially the most drunk I have been in my life. (This is not suggestive of how much I had to drink, as I was walking straight and fairly coherent, if more than a mite dizzy and giddy. This is suggestive of how few times I have been drunk before; I've been giggly on three known occasions.) This did help me win a game of Munchkin for the first time ever (The more inebriated state and the convenient distraction of people outside the game were both much bigger factors. But I usually find Munchkin strategy hard, as it involves a genuine level of Screw Your Neighbour, not merely pragmatic competitiveness.) And I drank down two full glasses of water once I knew it (albeit with a bit more vodka between. Mmm, grape vodka). And I was sober enough to turn down a near constant offer of coffee-orange flavoured tequila, and thus not really mix drinks.
I never could decide if I had a headache the next day, and it was hard to weight the sleepiness of being up early versus the potential drag of hangover, but I think i escaped close enough to scot-free to be content.
Fifth dumb, and most potentially dangerous and self-damaging? I don't normally work Mondays. So last night I was up way late and COMPLETELY forgot I did have a shift today. So completely that even when the temp agency called me on an unrelated matter, I didn't twig. It wasn't until I got the call from work that I recalled that agreement. Thank everything, they were okay with me going in Friday instead (I'm not replacing or alternating with anyone else, so the only person normally responsible for my schedule is me.)
Still, all in all the weekend was fun. Got to hang out a fair bit with out of towners we like, (although our table at feast was all Castel Rougeans, by a sort of accident, a fact I still kind of regret.) There weren't a lot of planned activities unrelated to the fighting tournaments, so I danced some, and hung out a bit in the dance room, where between dances, musicians tried out unrelated music and people played board games. Enjoyed the post revel, too. Got to watch someone try to read cards while drunk (Admitting that the drunkenness was leading to a heavier quotient of BS even than usual).
