When Last We Left Our Intrepid Heroine...

Because that's a good place to start.

This weekend was Her Stellar Majesty Queen Amelot Lisette de Blamont's Queen's Champion and Guardian of the Queen's Hope Tournaments.  The Stronghold of Hellsgate hosted the event and evidently, we did well.

The event was held on Camp Mabry, in the camping area and the site was declared a winner by just about all and sundry.  There was a charity race being held on post the same morning, so we had a bit of a SNAFU with the traffic situation and road closure, but overall?  It went really well.  The gate guards were polite, professional and got our folks through the gate with little to no hassle. 

I did the site tokens, and they were pretty well received I think.  Basically, I copied a page from a German fencing manual, then copied that painting with some quotes, to make bookmarks.  The originals were framed for HRM, as her site token.

I also ended up with waterbearing, not that I minded.  It just kinda slipped Liam's mind, and so I grabbed it.  Sara and Ghilean helped like crazy, though, so I appreciated them manning the table when I couldn't or was off being a social butterfly.

Overall?  OMG great event.  Exhausting, but fun, and everyeone seemed to have a good time.  I also made the Queen cry, first thing in the morning, so I count that as a win.  (They have all go to invest heavily in waterproof makeup.)

Uh.  Other than that, not much else going on.  Tired and sore from the weekend, but back at work and trucking along.

This weekend coming up is a quiet weekend, and then next weekend is 3 Whosiwhatsis, where I WILL be fighting.  In fact, I've got ONE scroll lined up for Gulf Wars, and that's IT for a while.  I'd like to concentrate on my fighting, and get at least some of the rust knocked off before I take on another commission, so I'm going to tie my hands to my knees so they don't float up any more.

The order of the layers actually *does* make a difference.

No Love,
Me

Unless something really bizarre happens, I will not be at Gothic War.  I am glad as hell I did not spend the money for plane tickets to Atlanta.

I am on recall for state active duty orders, in preparation for Hurricane Gustav.  I am guessing this prep is so that we do not leave Texas citizens in the lurch and so that we can respond quickly and appropriately to any landfall of this storm.

That does not, however, mean that I am not pissed as hell.  I understand this is part of my job, but the next person who mentions it to me is going to get an Army retention coffee cup in an uncomfortable and intimate place.  Do not tell me I signed up for this.  I know that, however it does not mitigate the fact that I still would like to have a damn life and it doesn't actually make me feel any better.