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2006-10-10 - 12:44 p.m. Of hard-boiled eggs and many things Aedan says to me � so now we�re going to come to your house, hard-boil all your eggs and leave them in your fridge. It�s our new thing. I smile, watching Alric the Mad waiting patiently for Aedan to join him in a warm up fight on the rapier field, and I think You are thirty seconds away from being put on vigil, and you have no �effin clue. Ah, Aedan. While your vigil will always be associated with the inability to keep track of hardboiled eggs, it�s a better fate than my fluffy pony-tail. Crusades. I think there was an event somewhere on the other side of the troll booth � I even wandered briefly through it to watch Aedan put on vigil. Me, I spent my weekend in the troll booth counting money or on my way to and from the bank with the Nia as the other authorized depository. I got two hours of sleep out of 36. Nia got none until we both crashed Saturday night. War Exchequer is a bit little Combat scribe. Thank God for: Ros the brave who gamely helped me find the wrong Wachovia on Friday afternoon; for Gaston our head troll with his perfect balanced pre-regs and the never-ending tub of individual snack food (Oatmeal cr�me pies are just so strangely good); for Genevieve who braided my hair while I took over hemming the Aedan vigil shirt; for King Martin and his Trimarians who came to the troll booth Friday night wearing pants and entertained us for hours; for Alaric who appeared to handle parking courteously and effortless even at 3 am, even after 48 hours on duty and Johanna, our deputy autocrat, who spent the entire event seeing a need and filling it. Don�t ever try being bored and unoccupied around Johanna. So Nia and Theo spent a lot of time in my truck (Nia voiceover: the truck of doom! Truck of Doom! Theo drives along the back roads with the Truck of Doom like it�s a little sports car. Deer poke their noses out, see her coming and think �Oh, no. You go right ahead and go first.�). The plus side is much Nia time. And, the truck had heat and heated seats which at 6 am Saturday morning was a fine, fine thing. We made two wrong turns. Overshooting the turn to site at 3 am, we found the Conwingo dam and hydroelectric plant an extremely cool thing in the middle of the Susequehana River � looks a bit like the futuristic/retro sets from the Batman movies. The second wrong turn led to us along a lovely winding road (Oh, this is pretty!), finding the site where Nia Almost Died Of Cold (Wait! I recognize those rocks! And that turn! Ohmigod, this is the who-holds-November-Crown-in-Maryland site!!) and the finest double-fried 69 cent hot dogs I�ve ever had in my life. They may, in fact, be the only double-fried food I�ve had in my life, but they were truly worthy and I thought of Rags. The last bank deposit was made by midnight Saturday night and a tired Theo headed for bed, briefly and intensely regretting missing the bardic I�d been looking forward to for a couple months. Ah, well. I wanted sleep more than anything by that point. I realized I had no idea who won anything until I asked Roland on Sunday. � � � 
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