gurdymonkey | Musings

Crown is this Saturday. (The Usual Suspects beating each other with rattan at The Usual Venue to the sound of rice being dried.) So is another charity gala where I can be warm, dry, plied with a gin and tonic or two and make what passes for an attempt at being glamorous. (Hell, yes!) They are in opposite directions. This means day-tripping up and back. Early. As in bugging out of Woodland 3-ish.

The current forecast according to Weather.com is for "Few Showers" and a high in the low/mid 60's. The obvious, most practical choice is Japanese, which means I can show off the mokume shibori kosode. (Though there is a perverse inner voice lobbying for male drag involving the rust stripes and the blue and white "wave" hakama, a combination sufficiently obnoxious for the kyogen equivalent of Arlecchino.)

As I am neither a Queen's Artisan or a Barony, I do not need to concern myself about Displaying Schtuff (TM). Well, other than what is on my back. I did consider declaring for the Barony of the Far West, but it just confuses Godrich and traveling light this weekend is the smart course anyway.

Hmm. I sound jaded. Well, yeah, maybe: three crown tourneys a year tend to blur, particularly when the same people keep winning. And I miss my Rising Sun peeps.