Chaosbutterfly

Looks like Piratical was a success. I was worried there a bit, Thursday night looked like a bust. Just a few of us die hard’s showing up to ditch and see old friends show. We had people show up from New Mexico on Thursday night, but there must have been less than 30 people otherwise. Friday was much better, then the event started to look like a real Amtgard event. It was fun to wander around and help Chewie with his battle games. I don’t think I swung my sword at anything other than quest monsters the whole weekend. I’m not into ditching, and I just walk up to a tourney and they snag me for reeving duty. The hazard of having red trim on your knights belt in the Wetlands, you always wind up reeving or playing NPC in quests much more than fighting. Being a master smith, I am especially vulnerable. I had a blast wondering around Saturday in my Navy uniform. I got a lot of pictures taken, questions and all sorts of fun conversation started with that thing. I wound up in two quests this way. One I was a main mini quest dispenser as a governor who became preoccupied with oppressing the local goblin population. The little bastards refused to pay their taxes so I had to have them removed from their little island. I should say my island. I ended up paying questers to eradicate most of them and then caging them. It was fun, and I started selling the little bastards for fun and profit. Gawd what a evil governor I became in that quest. I should be ashamed. The court went very very well. I had been tapped for the kids scavenger hunt so I was sending kids to buss tables for stickers to fill out their maps. It was fun. I was dispensing said stickers when Margul called me to the court. He accused me of oh what was it now? Committing treason against the crown and the holy church of the Wetlands or some such nonsense. I plead guilty as sin. Hah. He told me he was going to scrap all my titles save Dame, and banish me to the weird little domain I had come from if I agreed to stop my behavior or burn me at the stake for treason and heresy. I chose burning at the stake. In my opinion, it was the only choice. Sir Gavin took me out of the room and well, I screamed a lot. (Get your minds out of the gutter!)

My mother’s dog, Bonnie is well lets put it this way. Bonnie != event dog. She is very protective of me and barks and growls at everyone else. This includes little kids who want to run up and pet her. She really really doesn’t like men who look a little like bikers. It makes me wonder about her past. She mostly wanted to sit inside the camper in the ac. I had to be careful to take her out on walkies from time to time but try not to get her near a lot of people. She would never bite anyone one, but she would growl and bark a lot.

The trailer performed well considering the state of the canvas. It however, took a hit when I was trying to put it down by myself. I should never have tried that. I had to get some emergency help when the canvas became caught on the folding arms. Then when we were trying to free it, one of the bolts on another arm came free. The awning is coming loose on the side too. This may be its last event unless I fix all that mess or get rid of it and get another one. My finances need to recover first before I think of that.

We spent most the weekend other than slaying goblins and rping, talking about Gustav. Many of the attendees were from Louisiana and several of them became trapped in Texas for a few days as a result of Gustav. The storm will be going in to the east of us here, we dodged that bullet. We are forecast to get maybe 20 knt winds and a 30 percent chance of rain, but you know, things could change at a moments notice. Pray for those in Louisiana, NOLA can’t take much more of this punishment or it will wind up like Indianola.