Coronation, Spring Sling, and Tournament of Champions weekend

I should know better than to overextend myself to the point that I just don't like humans because even comprehending their existence is just too much work for me.  I did that this weekend, by the way.

God, it was fun.

Lemme recap:

Friday - left work, went to the doctor, got the verification that yes, what do you know, it IS an ear infection! Then I went to get my fantabulous friend Charles from the airport after he'd been traveling for something like 15 hours.  We ran some errands he needed to tend to, him punch-drunk from being awake and flying for eons and me because shots of steroids and antibiotics make me a little bit fun to be around.  Wheeee!  We headed out to Lake Bistineau (Charles's purpose for being in town was an SCA event he was cooking for), I stayed for a little while, and then my punch drunkiness and I went home for bed.  For reasons I still haven't grasped I didn't sleep well, and it was a long and restless night. 

Saturday - the Beekeeper and I got up and out of the house by 8 AM so that we could make it back out to the SCA event for the morning festivities.  Moose and Bri's final court was great.  Havordh and Gana's Coronation ceremony was sweet, and Ifor made me cry a little bit.  The rest of the morning was spent visiting with sweet friends I have missed dearly and turning over my proxy letters for the Pelicans'* meeting that I was going to miss to go be a derby girl later... and I'm definitely a little sad about that.  See, I knew that when the time came for a polling, my dear Jeanie was surely going to be polled positively on, but I wasn't expecting an announcement about her impending elevation to be made that night.  I'm a touch heartbroken that I missed it, but whenever, wherever her elevation is - I'm going to be there.  Even if it is on Mars and it conflicts with my own investiture of Empress of the World (which I can totally reschedule, because I'll be the boss by then).  Sooo- bittersweet on that. Thrilled that my dear friend is being recognized but sad that I wasn't there to see her face when it was declared.

ANYhow- we got home a bit after noon, and I tried to take a nap. Didn't work.  The trip to Jacksonville was uneventful.  The dressing rooms of pop-up tents behind the rink actually kind of rocked... it was a pretty day and locker rooms, even good ones, usually smell like stale hockey player and ham sandwiches.  I was cranky due to just being sleepy, a little nervous (though not nearly as bad as last time), and just a bit wonky.  It passed.

Game recap- I was skating as Blocker 2 in 3 lineups.  At least 4 times when those lineups came around- Blocker 2 was in the box.  Discouraging, but... eh. Whatchagonnado?  I yelled like a damn fool instead.  I went hoarse cheering and felt like I contributed better in the jams I was in than I did last time, so that's something.  I wasn't nearly as nervous this time, which helped.  We were skating in front of a much smaller crowd- which helped.  I've seen one video so far of a jam I was in and... it was better than last time. I'm still not thrilled with my skill sets but I have a feeling that I'm getting closer to a lightbulb moment.

And then there was a party.  Oh yes.  There was a party, and it was lovely, and there was bourbon and pole dancing (I engaged in the former but not the latter).  I got back to my room at around 3 AM, and we woke up at 7:30 which was a special sort of hell but entirely necessary.

Sunday - I'd like to say I was super productive but really, all I accomplished was picking Charles up, dropping him off at the airport, napping, reading most of a book, and playing trivia.  I got invited to play on a Tournament of Champions team at the pub, and while Team Chum Bucket did well- we didn't win money, just tickets to a Mudbugs Playoff game that I'm not able to go to since it conflicts with my reunion this weekend. Oh well. It was fun, and the french fries were amazing.

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When I first decided that, for 40 days, I was going to banish all animal proteins AND soda from my diet, I was a bit delusional.  Soda lasted for over half of it - but is back.  It's back in moderation, though, not nearly to the degree it was first.

As for meat?  I've not fallen off the wagon at all, however - I WANT TO.  This has become a stubbornness thing and not a health thing, which I don't like, but I really honestly miss fish, and just to make it clear - I would probably stab you with a spork for a rare tuna steak right now. And don't even get me started on salmon. Or crawfish. Or even shrimp, and I'm not really a huge shrimp fan.  EvilSara, being my best enabler has actually figured out the math for sunrise in New Zealand on Easter Sunday vs. where I'm going to be at that precise moment in the event I should feel the need to play the "Screw it, it's Easter somewhere" card and you know what? I might do that.  I'm NOT EVEN CATHOLIC.

I don't think that I'll be allowing pork or poultry back in, though (and beef wasn't really a factor to begin with).  Honestly, I feel REALLY good these days, and I do believe that diet has been a large part of that.  I think that I'll be able to practice moderation, though, and allow back in some fish now and then without compromising whatever progress I've made in that department.




*For those not in the SCA - the Order of the Pelican is kind of like the "lifetime award for service" in our organization.  Present members are allowed to have input (or polling) before the decision is made to induct a new member.