Sunday, 13 October 2002

We’re back from War!

We had an amazingly wonderful time, and we’re both sitting here in the study quietly missing everyone we left behind today (some folks are staying until tomorrow morning, it seems, but we had an appointment tonight with our tax person, a SCAdian who didn’t get to go to the War).

We bought cool stuff, put in a decent amount of volunteer hours (8 hours of Gate duty for me over three days; about 14 for Ken, I think; with both of us on the midnight-to-four shift on Saturday), hung out and had hilarious semi-drunken conversations with friends (and probably started a rumour about Giles, Direk, and cows, on the battlefield on a Tuesday in February. With a flying golf cart. Honest.), worked (I did four hours of copy editing on Thursday), took classes, and became very, very spoiled by our RV with its air conditioning, Popsicles and vodka in the freezer, and a toilet two steps from the bed. We named it the "Make Love, Not War Machine". I’ll post a full report in the next few days.

Tomorrow we’re back to the site for tear-down and clean-up, and tomorrow night we host sewing (didn’t we just do that?). It feels like we’ve been gone a long time, and yet somehow, it doesn’t. Hard to explain. Must have something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol consumed.

More soon, my sweetlings!