Left Coast Adventures, Part 4.
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jamesqSunday, May 23, 2004: May Crown.
So my day improved greatly when I actually got off my ass and went to crown. Though I was off to an anxious start - whenever I get to one of these things for the first time I always feel like a wallflower. This time was no exception what with there being 1200 people in attendance.
That evaporated when I ran into Snoo. We chatted for a bit, then Wendy and Chriss arrived. The immediately dragged me off to watch the main event - the crown tournament. Carrie was in it and they were rushing off to watch her beat the bejessus out of other contenders with a stick! What fun!
So who did I know there? The aforementioned Carrie, Chris, Snoo and Wendy. Also cRyan, Dave, Jude, Sue, Sean, 'Bert, Di, Cor and Turi. I met a bunch of new people who seem really nice. Wouldn't mind getting to know them, but they were all from the non-Cowtown parts of the SCA.
Carrie didn't win, but she 1) got farther then she expected, 2) farther than anyone else expected, 3) beat a bunch of knights. I asked her what would happen if she did win, seeing as how she was a Squire and not a Knight. Evidently the S.O.P. in this regard is to knight (the verb, not the noun) any squire on the spot who makes it to the finals. Thus eliminating the sticky spot of having someone on the thrown who can knight people without actually being a knight themselves. It sorta breaks the game.
After the tourney we went back to camp and I got to see the Mountengarde encampment - a bunch of small tents surrounding the big damn gaudy tent of Malobar and Hero (aka Sean and 'Bert). I knew what to look for because last week everyone told me "look for the biggest gaudiest tent you can find and if it has a pineapple on top, it's the right one. They fed me chili and it was good.
Then we went to court, which was a collection of announcements and awards by people who were dull or too quiet to be heard. The main herald in particular suffered from a bad case of Shatnerism with a side order of faux-british-accents-are-k001. I heard a rumor that the crown didn't particularly like them either. A few other heralds were on hand (and all did a better job) than Shatner-woman.
On the bright side, the King of An Tir and the King of the West both had really good stage presence.
Around midnight I took a cab back to the hotel and crashed.
Next morning I woke up and took care of all the usual checking-out bullshit, all the while regretting that I didn't have someone in the room with me for a weekend of freaky-circus-sex. Le Sigh.
So I grabbed some donuts and coffee from Timmy's and went back to the event with my big damn backpack.
It was a lazy Sunday. Mostly people just hung around and chatted. There was another court which nobody showed up for, which is nature's way of saying the last court went on a wee bit long.
In the end I said my goodbyes and went to the bus station. Missed the bus though and had to wait three hours for the next one. Lacking porn, I whiled away my time doing laundry.
So my day improved greatly when I actually got off my ass and went to crown. Though I was off to an anxious start - whenever I get to one of these things for the first time I always feel like a wallflower. This time was no exception what with there being 1200 people in attendance.
That evaporated when I ran into Snoo. We chatted for a bit, then Wendy and Chriss arrived. The immediately dragged me off to watch the main event - the crown tournament. Carrie was in it and they were rushing off to watch her beat the bejessus out of other contenders with a stick! What fun!
So who did I know there? The aforementioned Carrie, Chris, Snoo and Wendy. Also cRyan, Dave, Jude, Sue, Sean, 'Bert, Di, Cor and Turi. I met a bunch of new people who seem really nice. Wouldn't mind getting to know them, but they were all from the non-Cowtown parts of the SCA.
Carrie didn't win, but she 1) got farther then she expected, 2) farther than anyone else expected, 3) beat a bunch of knights. I asked her what would happen if she did win, seeing as how she was a Squire and not a Knight. Evidently the S.O.P. in this regard is to knight (the verb, not the noun) any squire on the spot who makes it to the finals. Thus eliminating the sticky spot of having someone on the thrown who can knight people without actually being a knight themselves. It sorta breaks the game.
After the tourney we went back to camp and I got to see the Mountengarde encampment - a bunch of small tents surrounding the big damn gaudy tent of Malobar and Hero (aka Sean and 'Bert). I knew what to look for because last week everyone told me "look for the biggest gaudiest tent you can find and if it has a pineapple on top, it's the right one. They fed me chili and it was good.
Then we went to court, which was a collection of announcements and awards by people who were dull or too quiet to be heard. The main herald in particular suffered from a bad case of Shatnerism with a side order of faux-british-accents-are-k001. I heard a rumor that the crown didn't particularly like them either. A few other heralds were on hand (and all did a better job) than Shatner-woman.
On the bright side, the King of An Tir and the King of the West both had really good stage presence.
Around midnight I took a cab back to the hotel and crashed.
Next morning I woke up and took care of all the usual checking-out bullshit, all the while regretting that I didn't have someone in the room with me for a weekend of freaky-circus-sex. Le Sigh.
So I grabbed some donuts and coffee from Timmy's and went back to the event with my big damn backpack.
It was a lazy Sunday. Mostly people just hung around and chatted. There was another court which nobody showed up for, which is nature's way of saying the last court went on a wee bit long.
In the end I said my goodbyes and went to the bus station. Missed the bus though and had to wait three hours for the next one. Lacking porn, I whiled away my time doing laundry.
