So I went from E's place to
mommaquilter's place to pick up an
even larger helm, which measurements prior to my trip suggested might fit me. Turns out it's not that my melon is so large, but that it's uniquely misshapen - it's longer then most. The helm has slightly above minimum padding on the front and back (3/4" on the front and 1/2" on the back). And super-duper padding on the sides ( 1-3/4" per side). An improved gorget and some suspenders and I'm set. I'm going to get checked my final kit check and show I know the
rules of the lists:
- Practice safe bashing - always wear appropriate protection.
- You must be authorized according to the rules of the Big Kahuna.
- The Big Kahuna must grant his seal of approval.
- You must be at least this high to ride the bumper cars, unless Big Kahuna makes an exception. Note, if you can't fit in the bumper cars, it doesn't matter what Big Kahuna says.
- Big Kahuna will most likely ban your bows and arrows eventually. Cope. Oh alright, it could be any weapon, but we all know they're not going to start banning swords. Well maybe an individual sword, but not all of them.
- Play nice.
- You don't have to play with anyone you don't want to.
- Don't bring a gun to the knife-fight.
- They get real pissy if you throw things in tournaments. Could be an arrow, could be a tomato, it doesn't matter. See rule 5.
Possibly I'll need to clean up that language. Hopefully this will be sufficient to allow me to participate in the Quick and the Dead combat archery duel at Estrella and also in the upcoming Borealis Winter War. Many many people have made it fairly clear to me that I could win a thousand archery tournaments but I'm not
really in the SCA until I've actually armoured up and gone out on the field. This is mighty galling, but I figured I better try it to see if it's fun and try not to let that attitude sour me to it.
Winter War is between
Team Sausage and
Team Clam this year. So far Team Sausage (in the form of
thekillerb69) has been really pushing for me to join them. I'm convinced that Team Clam can make a better offer, but there's been few overtures. There's an analogy I could make for my life here, but I'm fairly certain I don't want to go there.
Tomorrow, work. Lots and lots of work.