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2003-08-19 - 11:01 p.m. Fledgling robins and other Pennsic moments Pennsic is such a strange mix of a roving party, intense activity, deep relaxation this strange quasi medieval town that forms for two weeks each year to worship the providers of chocolate milk unlike any other beverage in the world. How was Theo�s Pennsic XXXII really? Let�s take a run at the bests, in no particular order. Comfortable new camp furniture, more Thjora and Alan designs, for caf� Vair and Ermine common tent. The chairs were fondly nicknamed the inertia zone. Oh, and the footstools were truly sybaritic (thank you Tristan and Lisette). Teaching more people to drink good Scotch. Sorry I couldn�t convert you Lucia babe, but at least you�re now sure. Stay away from me with that ouzo. Having some small part in help Carolyn�s household surprise her on her natal day. Delivering my crackheaded projected to Duke Gyrth and watching him pose and primp in the Oldcastle gateway sporting his lovely new houppelande diapered with the Oldcastle badge. Being amused by Dagonet. Being amused by Henry. Being most amused of all by Lady Anne. Watching Alan find his fluff gene and enjoy his new warhammer. The Oldcastle pas d�armes where for a lovely afternoon I was privileged to be a lady in the gallery, wind in the banners, my champion on the field, delicious refreshments brought to my hand. Little flags to wave in celebration, a parade of fools, an altogether beautiful spectacle. My compliments to the Clan. Best quote from the Pas to Prince Ragnarr who looked at the old pictures of Duchess Melisande and Duke Gyrth and remarked, �Melisande, I didn�t realize your first husband was Oliver Platt.� Sir Vlad and chocolate milk. Meeting a lady with the ability to charm the birds from the trees. Early morning in the Pennsic marketplace, cuddled with my best boy on the shaded benches outside Black Swan, we watched a fledgling robin join the cue waiting for the doors to open. He hopped hither and yon, examining the closed door and being perplexed by the stuffed rooster, till we called the Black Swam staff out to marvel how even the birds preferred their goods. Young robin tolerated us but was drawn to Petronella, a lovely lady of Ponte Alto. His hops always led him back to her side, eventually to her basket, then shyly to her lap, where he rested for a long ten minutes till flying to a shoulder perch. The gathering crowds persuaded the fledgling to seek a less trafficked area, but I thank him for the moment of wild and innocent beauty. And Petronella for her charm. The amazing Elizabethan fireworks on the last Friday of War, capturing the feel of a castle under siege. Vair and Ermine furniture delivery. Go, Scarlet, Go. Young Squire Gwendolyn rolling her eyes impatiently while I was babbling about heraldic display. Fine, I�ll just go talk to your mother. At least �Drea understands. The triumph of �The Lady and the Thugs� in the Atlantian five man rapier melee. Shopping with Nikulai with a lovely interlude stranded in the rain with Kevin and Giuliani. Alan teaching young Master Kit learning to wear a sword and providing proof that, indeed, strapping on a weapon does, um, refocus your IQ. (Thjora, go back and get your hat. And your sunscreen.) Dinner at Milleacre. Excellent food, jovial company, and hedgehog cookies in dire whipped cream peril. Snyder�s dill potato chips provide by Duke Paul. Marcus and Helmut, endlessly amusing, always helpful. Joyful time getting to know Gianette �Icepick� and Adam (though he has to stop bouncing like that in the heat). Inadvertently doing laundry with Nia and Emma, which always teaches you more than you want about other people�s underwear. And that is all we�re going to say about that. Avoiding the hot Serengeti afternoon by persuading Gen to follow laundry with a stop at the movies for Pirates of the Caribbean. Hot campmates were slightly bitter when we returned cool and comfortable at 4 pm. Beloved husband irritated that I went to see that movie twice without him. Chagrin. Watching Cuan own his muppet. A �small world� moment - A chance encounter at Dancing Pig pottery, where we discovered my coworker�s wife is Thjora�s best friend from high school who got her into the SCA. Meeting Philip�s kids, Leo and his sister Susan (possibly the head waterbearer for Pennsic XXXX). McFlurry�s with K and Jaine. Reynard crack � the first hit is free. We were oiling our new Glastonbury chairs, which, like bees to honey, brought Reynard by to investigate the woodwork. (This is a bit like having Isobel check your handsewing, as Reynard locates each bandsaw nick we failed to sand out.) He takes pity on our efforts and gives us SeaFin oil, teaches us how to fold sandpaper, and talks us into hand sanding them to 600 grit. Oil with extra Reynard touches mixed in seduces us with a silk like finish. He laughed like a fiend when I cursed him after four hours of sanding. Like I said, the first hit is free. The bad? Missing Lodge night. Missing Kimmie�s Amber, Laz�s squiring and Balynar�s decent proposal. But my ankle was wrapped in ice for two hours that evening. Only a brief hello with Quentin and Jen who had disappeared by the time I returned to the party. Insufficient hang time with Bob, AoD, Emma, D, and Nia, Keilyn, Llweyllyn and Kadlin. Havorc and Meng. Padraigin and Cuan. Trips to the chirugeon, which all turned out fine. And, I did in fact, keep score on Nia�s drama scale. Bits of zima drama, which is drama trying to be drama but really isn�t drama at all but just a confluence of tedious things that make you say �Huh.� (Huh, must be said with your best Nia accent.) Two Baileys and Coffee drama. Two Keg drama and an abortive brush with rum and umbrella drama. Come back tomorrow and I�ll tell you about the books I bought and how there really was an Order of the Pelican. Guestbook question � who is Bizarro? � � Scribble to Theo previous - next �