so tonight (which means Thursday night; in the interests of maintaining the symmetry mentioned in the previous post I am TOTALLY LYING by uh an hour about what time it is right now) delight
and I went to SCA dance practice!
there was exciting confusion about where the place was
, seeing as how it really really wasn't
in the student union at all
, but then we met invisionary
and assorted other people, including one person who included her Dreamwidth name and who I need to find again and yet I don't remember it right now and am trying to write this stuff down anyway, so uh I'll get there ... next.
Dancing was a lot of fun! I never thought I'd be a dancer, really, but it was pretty cool. Except for how I about killed
myself on one that was way too quick and a little too complicated, and the Gay Gerald (or, um, whatever it was called) had me continually going forward at the wrong time and crashing into people, and most importantly and awfully was the part where I forgot my water bottle and therefore overheated and, in Rue's words, was not allowed back into the fire.
And then we went to a pretty awesome restaurant, which I had heard about but never been to (although I have frequently enough been to the concert venue next door which is almost
the same thing), and I didn't get the chocolate cake and was also very sad that the spiedies were fake. (Stupid chicken
I'm a little bit crowd-high hyper, right now, but it was really awesome to get multiple invitations for things to do during the week, and also even more awesome to meet a crowd of about fifteen to twenty people who all, so far, seem to be genuinely gracious and nice and kind and friendly.
I'd forgotten what being in the SCA could be like, and while I know that one dance practice is a really shitty sample, scientifically speaking, it did at least do a really good job of reminding me that I wasn't on crack for wanting to get back into this.
(Now I just need to talk to people about getting ahold of loaner garb, esp. if we actually are
going to attempt to day-trip Saturday's War of the Roses at the end of the month, the week before we move uh.)