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Less cranky.
Aug. 4th, 2012 12:10 pmHad a cracking good practice Thursday night. The new gorget fits well, the new gloves fit well and don't smell like someone else's pheromones. First few minutes of each practice it takes me a few minutes to get my brain in gear, but after that, I seem to be getting a little more effective. Emphasis on "little."
Sylvia's getting over a tweaked back, so she didn't play. Got some fighting in with Staffan to start, including some clueless flailing with a belaying pin and little cluage clues offered by Staffan, who probably just wanted to see what I would do with an object in my left hand. (There's a stick in my hand! What do I do?O-daiko solo Duh, try to parry with it, dumbass!)
Had a blast fighting Brian. Brogan and Staffan have been oh-so-careful about not chasing me around because they know about my old knee injury. Brian's been playing maybe as long as I have, experience-wise, but he's young, quick, likes to fight in close and didn't know not to rush me. I'm pleased to say I was able to deal with him reasonably well (we killed each other about the same amount) and prove to myself I can move a bit faster than I thought.
Fought James a bit, but he was headachy and tired and knocked off a bit early. Brogan put a dagger in my hand and taught me a little about what to do with it, then called everyone in and did a tutorial on various parrying implements for those of us who are still traveling the road to authorization. After that, he suggested I fight Sylvain.
Sylvain is Brogan's White Scarf. For non-SCA readers, take that as "master," "sensei", "Legolas with a freaking rapier." He's that good. I've seen him fight before and I should've been way more intimidated* than I was because I know he could hand any of us our asses quite easily should he choose to. Then again, he teamed up with me for those bridge and gate mini-melees at the event in Napa a couple weeks ago. He pretty much let me dictate the pace because he wanted to see what I could do. It was toward the end of the evening, so we didn't do a whole lot, but we ended things on a good note.
*Part of it was definitely him, of course, but I haven't been particularly intimidated by anyone I've faced yet. I've experienced some bruisingly hard hits and it wasn't traumatic, I'm sufficiently inexperienced that I KNOW anyone can "kill" me at any time, and I'm so busy trying to remember what to do I just plain don't have enough room in my brain for intimidation too.
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In an exchange of messages yesterday, I discovered that Lash thought Debardchery was THIS week. They're going to come down for that in a couple weeks instead - save themselves some gas money and get more stuff done at his Mom's place. I'm going to get a little sewing on my rapier gi done this morning, then meet James and Sylvia at the Oakland Museum of California as there's a show there we want to check out.
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Drove down to Santa Cruz last night, picked up Dad and had dinner at the Davenport Roadhouse on Hwy 1. As per usual and his amoebic time management skills, he's renting a car today and who knows when he'll appear on my door step as he has friends in Berkeley and Sacramento that he's going to see. Might be tomorrow, might be Monday evening. I'll hide a key for him and we'll figure it out. He calls it spontaneity, I call it lack of plan..... At least there's fresh fruit in the fridge for him to snack upon and I'll leave the coffee and French press on the counter where he can find it if he turns up while I'm out.
Sylvia's getting over a tweaked back, so she didn't play. Got some fighting in with Staffan to start, including some clueless flailing with a belaying pin and little cluage clues offered by Staffan, who probably just wanted to see what I would do with an object in my left hand. (There's a stick in my hand! What do I do?
Had a blast fighting Brian. Brogan and Staffan have been oh-so-careful about not chasing me around because they know about my old knee injury. Brian's been playing maybe as long as I have, experience-wise, but he's young, quick, likes to fight in close and didn't know not to rush me. I'm pleased to say I was able to deal with him reasonably well (we killed each other about the same amount) and prove to myself I can move a bit faster than I thought.
Fought James a bit, but he was headachy and tired and knocked off a bit early. Brogan put a dagger in my hand and taught me a little about what to do with it, then called everyone in and did a tutorial on various parrying implements for those of us who are still traveling the road to authorization. After that, he suggested I fight Sylvain.
Sylvain is Brogan's White Scarf. For non-SCA readers, take that as "master," "sensei", "Legolas with a freaking rapier." He's that good. I've seen him fight before and I should've been way more intimidated* than I was because I know he could hand any of us our asses quite easily should he choose to. Then again, he teamed up with me for those bridge and gate mini-melees at the event in Napa a couple weeks ago. He pretty much let me dictate the pace because he wanted to see what I could do. It was toward the end of the evening, so we didn't do a whole lot, but we ended things on a good note.
*Part of it was definitely him, of course, but I haven't been particularly intimidated by anyone I've faced yet. I've experienced some bruisingly hard hits and it wasn't traumatic, I'm sufficiently inexperienced that I KNOW anyone can "kill" me at any time, and I'm so busy trying to remember what to do I just plain don't have enough room in my brain for intimidation too.
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In an exchange of messages yesterday, I discovered that Lash thought Debardchery was THIS week. They're going to come down for that in a couple weeks instead - save themselves some gas money and get more stuff done at his Mom's place. I'm going to get a little sewing on my rapier gi done this morning, then meet James and Sylvia at the Oakland Museum of California as there's a show there we want to check out.
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Drove down to Santa Cruz last night, picked up Dad and had dinner at the Davenport Roadhouse on Hwy 1. As per usual and his amoebic time management skills, he's renting a car today and who knows when he'll appear on my door step as he has friends in Berkeley and Sacramento that he's going to see. Might be tomorrow, might be Monday evening. I'll hide a key for him and we'll figure it out. He calls it spontaneity, I call it lack of plan..... At least there's fresh fruit in the fridge for him to snack upon and I'll leave the coffee and French press on the counter where he can find it if he turns up while I'm out.
