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2007-09-30 11:25 pmBack from the event. It was brilliant. I am le tired and was asleep within twenty minutes of getting in my door and for a further EIGHT hours. Woke up at ten pm and have now checked my email and skimmed through flist.
Civil War was brilliant. I got a little squiffy, I smooched a lot, I stitched a bit, I went out to watch a bit of fighting but came out just as they were having a break and a short field court to hand out two fighting awards (v. cool btw). I danced. Ate lots of good food at feast (too bad it started so late). I was drafted to dance as a chicka-lita (or some such spelling) in a Hohenklingen production of Swan Lake or "The Legend of Panzer-Schwan" which made Her Highness laugh until she cried.
I wore my new outfit and had many people come up to me and go "ooh, aah". Most satisfying. Some unexpected friend showed up at the event, there were some unexpected absences, and many expected friends to hang out with and enjoy. I went to bed at three in the morning both Friday and Saturday and could easily have stayed up longer for all the fun I was having.
It was awesome, brilliant, fab, faboo, and other such words of praise.
Pictures? Hah! I took four. That is (4); one, two, three, four photos. I doubt any of them will have turned out, but I am more bemused than anything about this, and am rather pleased that instead of spectating I was participating.
Now, I'm going to have another mug full of water and plonk straight back into bed.
Civil War was brilliant. I got a little squiffy, I smooched a lot, I stitched a bit, I went out to watch a bit of fighting but came out just as they were having a break and a short field court to hand out two fighting awards (v. cool btw). I danced. Ate lots of good food at feast (too bad it started so late). I was drafted to dance as a chicka-lita (or some such spelling) in a Hohenklingen production of Swan Lake or "The Legend of Panzer-Schwan" which made Her Highness laugh until she cried.
I wore my new outfit and had many people come up to me and go "ooh, aah". Most satisfying. Some unexpected friend showed up at the event, there were some unexpected absences, and many expected friends to hang out with and enjoy. I went to bed at three in the morning both Friday and Saturday and could easily have stayed up longer for all the fun I was having.
It was awesome, brilliant, fab, faboo, and other such words of praise.
Pictures? Hah! I took four. That is (4); one, two, three, four photos. I doubt any of them will have turned out, but I am more bemused than anything about this, and am rather pleased that instead of spectating I was participating.
Now, I'm going to have another mug full of water and plonk straight back into bed.
