And tomorrow, Sapphire Joust. Yay!
I am really looking forward to it, and the weather promises to be gorgeous. The only bummer is that the Pearl and Laurel meetings have been scheduled at the same time as the Sapphire Tournament where I was planning to participate.
For some reason, I always do well at Sapphire and it is one of my favorite Tourneys. Alas, it will not be.
At least there will be melees on Sunday, and I do hope that folks will save some fights for me after they're done with the Sapphire tourney on Saturday. I will be rapier deprived by then and will appreciate crossing blades will all and sundry.
And no, don't tell me to miss the meetings. Some things are important and this is something that needs to be done. That's what happens when they give you the product or a bivalve mollusk and some shrubbery. Other than hanging out with the knights that say "Nih!" you will be expected to attend meetings, learn the secret handshake, and provide what is (hopefully) useful advice to the Monarchs.
(Be afraid. Be very afraid!)
Okay, enough of this. On to other news.
Last night I made it to fencing practice, and I am happy to report that I was able to fight with minimum bother from my respiratory foibles. Yay me!
We also had two new fighters, and a semi-new one. We got back into doing footwork and bladework drills, which is always very good for all of us, and I got to teach the new folks. I must say, I love teaching new people since I firmly believe that teaching the basics also helps me brush up on mine. It's amazing how much we take it for granted when we have been doing this forever, and how useful it is to deconstruct it for someone else's benefit. A nifty reminder and a good way to get folks started.
We later ended up at the Diner, and much fun was had by all and I was (once again) declared a freak since it appears that I was the only one at the table who thoroughly enjoys doing planks for a workout.
Planks rock. For that matters, so do chairs, and anything that can help me torture my body to get it in the right shape. Now, Turkish getups are a pain in the arse, and a pain in some other parts, but they are oh, so worth it.
But that's an entry for another time.
Right now, what I need is to grab some lunch.