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« on: May 15, 2011, 03:37:53 pm »
Yesterday was a great day... mostly.
See, there was an SCA demo. This is where we go somewhere and do what we do in public, with people who AREN'T us walking around, asking questions, and generally getting in the way. It's part, "come, see what we do," part, "hey, wouldn't YOU like to do this, too," and, usually, part publicity stunt for whatever group asked us to do a demo for them. Big guys in armor smacking the hell out of each other with sticks is always a crowd pleaser, go figure. We are, after all, an EDUCATIONAL organization, so, once in awhile, we go out and try to inflict some knowledge on the mundanes.
Besides, it's fun. The look on the face of a teenager when you hand him an 18 pound helmet and they realize, "they put this on their HEAD?!" is priceless. (The trick is, learn to support 18 pounds with your arm straight out and your wrist straight. Let 'em get their hands under it... and DROP the whole fucker on them at once.) Cub Scouts are, by the way, the most bloodthirsty little bastards you'll ever see.
Anyway, we're doing this demo. Richter's got his buddy's forge and is busy turning busted scrap metal into useful sharp things and pretty things. Suu's got a couple of her best outfits out on display and is fielding questions at the Arts & Sciences tent. Me, I'm out fencing, and having a ball. The king and one of the other knights borrowed some gear and came to fence, too, good time. We had a tavern brawl (well, four of 'em). Set up a table with some extra stuff to parry with... Couple of candlesticks, a pot lid, some fake food, mugs... A stuffed cat... (Yeah. My friends are sick bastards, sometimes.) We'd've done more, except the table got busted when we flipped it over and one of the girls broke it with her head.
Anyway, good day... except for the point where I turned around and realized my NYEX-husband is there, and he brought the little whore with him. Pretty much instant mood crash.
I pulled my shit together... Grabbed something to eat, and went back out on the fencing field with the couple of the guys who I know can handle things if I lost it out there. (Did NOT go out against J or SA, they're both new, and my control was off. I was pissed, but not at THEM. O and E knew I was upset and pissed, and are both capable of making sure I didn't do anything stupid to them.) Usually, I'll refuse to suit up at all if I'm angry... I know who I'm angry at, and it's NOT the person across the field from me.
So, took out some aggression on my friends. No damage of which I'm aware was done, which means I probably laid a bruise or two on 'em, but nothing bad enough for them to bitch about. Dunno if either one of them heard my cussing while I did it... but it helped. Got some support from friends, some who just saw I was upset, others who saw them there and figured I would be.
I ignored the both of them, except when he tried to wave and say hi, he just got a glare.
Rest of the day after the demo was awesome... Shower, hike over to Richter's for dinner, movie, some of which I slept through on the Couch. (I don't think I got a LOT of sleep, but I slept like a bloody rock, one of those naps where you close your eyes, open them again a second later, and realize you've missed half the movie. At least it was one I've seen before.)
Glad I got that nap... Came home and spent the rest of night staring at the ceiling.
See... here's what I can't figure. I sure as hell do not want him back. Not if he came crawling with a thousand apologies and confessions of stupidity.
So why the fuck does seeing them together feel like somebody's tearing out vital organs? Why did I run my shower out of hot water this morning standing in there crying over this shit?
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