Pennsic 2006 Diary: Saturday, August 19

666.11 +
9.00 — for Freya
8.00 — lunch
4.90 — tolls
2.15 — snack
12.50 — dinner
= $702.66

Sunday, August 20

702.66 +
8.50 — breakfast
5.00 — batteries
5.10 — tolls
CAD 3.17 — lunch
CAD 10.80 — supper
= $721.26 (USD)
= $19.22 (CAD)

9:35 am — travelling, just outside Rochester

Wow… not a single entry yesterday. I had meant to write when we stopped into our hotel, but I fell asleep instead. So now, a brief recap of yesterday’s events.

Friday night / early Saturday morning, it began to rain. Though the storm wasn’t as bad as the one earlier in the week, it meant we were packing up wet tents in at least a trickle of rain. I’ll need to set up my tent again when I get home to let it dry out. Friday night was very humid, and I woke up with a headache and aching shoulder blades and neck. Packing up was, shall we say, not fun.

You could really tell that the dream of Pennsic was dying. It seems most people were leaving Saturday, as opposed to Sunday. There were cars everywhere, tents coming down left and right, and every other person was wearing mundane clothing. It was, to me at least, a clear sign that the pseudo-medieval community we’d built for the last two weeks was at an end, at least until next year. “Have fun on your 50-week town run,” some people told me.

Freya and I left site around 11:30, but she needed to replace two tires and had forgotten to do something at Pennsic, so we didn’t hit the highway until about 2. We drove until about 5:30, putting us at Rochester, NY. I was dead tired and all achy. I saw myself in a mirror once: I looked like a zombie. By the time we went to dinner, I was nodding. I actually left the restaurant after the appetizers, went back to the room, and crashed. It was 7 pm.

I slept straight through until 3 am, then on-and-off until about 8. This morning I had a long, hot shower and a hot, sit-down breakfast. I feel almost human again. And now we’re back on the road, and should arrive in Montreal around 5.

So… now that Pennsic is well and truly over, a few reflections:

  • Overall, I had a good War. Yes, there were ups and downs, but I had a blast. I love Pennsic.
  • The weather was great, at least by Pennsic standards. Not too hot, the nights, though sometimes cold, were not unbearable, and only 2 rainstorms. Yay!
  • Despite the massive (and I do mean massive) amounts of junk food I ate, I think I lost weight. My jeans are hanging much lower than normal.
  • Pennsic bardic. I live for this stuff. It fuels me for months afterwards.
  • Though I suppose I still have yet to have a “Pennsic fling,” I came closer this year than ever before. I’m not sure I liked it: too much emotional commitment. I’m happy to just be a flirt. On the other hand, I had quite a few instances of “what happens at Pennsic, stays at Pennsic.”
  • Working (at the Independent) on my vacation is a bad plan. I will not do it again.
  • I did a lot of walking, and I liked it. I wish I lived somewhere where walking was my primary means of transportation. Returning to suburbia will be a rude awakening.
  • As always, I did not think about the internet at all while at Pennsic. My normally-compulsive need to check email and lj was completely quelled by the (over-)stimulation of Pennsic.
  • I think I’m going to speak to John Mcguire about camping with him next year. I like the people, it’s a fantastic location, and I think they’d accept me.
  • It’s amazing how many people will welcome you into their camp if you’re 1) a cute female, and 2) a bard. It’s even more amazing how many people will give you food and alcohol for the same reasons.
  • I really need to work on projecting from my diaphragm so I don’t wreck my voice. If I could figure out how to harmonize, that would be good, too.
  • Nylon tents on the serenghetti = bad. Especially this year, when I found myself keeping later hours than normal. There were quite a few nights when I went to bed around 2-ish, though I wasn’t tired, because I knew the sun would wake me by 8:30, and I need at least 6 hours of sleep to be functional.
  • It’s nice to be finally developing a community at Pennsic. Off the top of my head, I can think of at least 7 or 8 camps where I always felt welcome to just drop by. I like that.
  • My sleeveless tunics were very useful. The long-sleeved ones, not so much. I should make a few more simple, sleeveless tunics for next year. Also, I should try to get myself some court garb.
  • It would be nice to have some better shoes that don’t let in rocks and water, and in which I can wear socks. Cold feet = bad.
  • I’ve never tried to go a full Pennsic without paying for food, but I’m coming to suspect it can be done, especially if you’re 1) a cute female, and 2) a bard.
  • I wish I’d been able to bring more shopping money. Ah well. Hopefully next year.
  • I have nifty tan lines on my feet. Also much dirt.
  • It’s amazing how little I hear from the world outside Pennsic while I’m at Pennsic. It’s like a little bubble-world unto itself.
  • I’m glad I didn’t need to leave site once I arrived at War.
  • I really want storage things for my tent. The whole “spread out over the floor” method of organization isn’t to my taste. I’ll have to figure something out for next year.
  • Being around musicians for two weeks makes me want to take up an instrument again. Though violin is my ultimate goal, recorder will do for now. I also want to learn to play some sort of percussion: dumbek or bodhran would be nice.
  • As the saying goes, “only Pennsic is worth the inconvenience only Pennsic requires.”

Hm… I can’t think of anything else to say. So, that being the case, I’ll end here. From just outside Syracuse, good-bye until next year.

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