A few things are going on in this post, but mostly I'll be bragging. If you don't like it, deal. I don't brag often and I only look for a pat on the head every now and then when I've done something especially spectacular. This weekend is one of those cases.
First and foremost, I should explain a few things so that this whole post makes a lot more sense to those of you who don't interact with me on a regular basis. 1). All of the boys and myself (and a great many more of my friends in town) are part of a Renaissance reinactment group 2). I'm not generally a crafty sort of person 3). I have major spatial issues which makes it difficult for me to do puzzles, etc. 4). I THRIVE on praise.
Moving on.
This weekend we had an event. For future note, any time I mention an event, it's most likely that I'm referring to #1 above. So there was an event this weekend and because I was super-stoked about finally getting the shipment from ringlord.com (chain mail website, yes it's super nerdy), I decided to bring my pretties to finish up a belly dancing belt that I had kinda-sorta started that Friday.
Let's note here that I'm new to this whole mail thing and I don't do very well usually. It takes me a long time because of #3 above and my hand strength isn't exactly what it should be. That being said, I had to undo 90% of what I had done because I wanted it to look differently. Major PITA. No good, but it killed time and we were having fun at the event. I DID get 75% of what I wanted DONE at the event, including adding bells and scales and making the belt retardedly heavy for no apparent reason. It is teh bomb and I'm super stoked to get a clasp for it and try it out at imperial war, where my dancing is being demanded by the girl-with-no-bones bellydancer.
See #4 above both for the girl-with-no-bones bellydancer saying I'm good enough to dance with her and Mr. Kobold's commentary about how he's proud of me for doing good mail! I was all concerned because when he first started to teach me, we were using craptastic wire and I got all sad and dispondant about it because the stuff I managed to make fell apart pretty quickly. Turns out, when I have the right materials, I have pretty decent skill for a beginner!
Also, I'm being offered cash-money to make belts for others. Holy crap, yeah I can do that without any issues at all. It's fun, it gives me something to do when I'm bored and more importantly, I get to give people prezzies. What's better than that?
Secondly, Mr. Puck is a knight (as are all the other boys) and has been without a squire for a few years. Apparently in this sort of symbiotic relationship that we already have, taking me on as a squire is not such a huge leap from what we've got going on anyway. The conversation went something like this.
"You're not a squire yet, are you?"
Nope.
" - something about being his squire-"
How would it be different than what I do now?
"... you'd have a red belt that I could pull on?"
Ok, why not?
So now I'm unofficially Mr. Puck's squire. It's funny primarily because I'm Josh's replacement, as he used to hold that position. So at the event when we heard Mr. Puck yell "Squire!" both of us turned. I had the good sense to go bounding over there. Apparently his Mt. Dew had been stolen by a certain gentleman. Now, being that Mr. Puck values Mt. Dew right up there with platinum and sex, this is a serious offense. Given that it's "effort" to go get the Dew for himself, he called me. Makes sense. So I bound over to the gentleman in question, slap him on the arm and put out my hand for the Dew, scolding him "No!" Mr. Puck proceeded to dissolve into a laughing fit.
I figure it this way: Mr. Puck has little-to-no fear of being silly, making an ass of himself and challenging people. If I'm his squire, I should behave much the same way. It's a challenge for me to do so, mostly because my tactics are usually... eh.. more tactful than a slap and a scolding. But I can blame it on my knight! This is what he would have done if he hadn't been too lazy to get out of his chair. Well, maybe. He probably would have ended up wrestling on the ground but I was in a bodice and that just ends badly for everyone after a while.
Later, Mr. Puck said he was proud of me. See #4 above. **glow~!**
Lastly, I've lost close to 20 lbs since I've moved down here to Vegas and I'm starting to actually like the way I look. (I know, shocking!) So I'm going to step it up a notch and join the gym. I checked out LV Athletic Club on Friday with Kobold and I've researched 24 hour fitness on my own. I figure the lesser of two evils is the LVAC, being that it's closer to the house. Even though the salesman with braces and TOO much energy was super excited about selling me a package and called me on SUNDAY (super big no no for me, thanks), I think I'm going to go with them. All in all, it's not a bad plan. $5 to sign up plus the first month's fee of $22. No biggie there except I'm in a long term contract with them... but as Dan put it, I don't plan on going anywhere so what's the big deal?
Conclusion: I'm crafty-ish enough to be asked to make things for others, I can slap people and get praised for it and I'm going to stop being so much of a fatty.
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