Interesting parts of today:
- I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so comfortable repping 205# with my deadlifts
- I should have eaten more than a small...
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- I am an honest person. But I know when to keep my honest mouth shut.
- I am dedicated. If I have a goal and if I really...
This is for runslikeapenguin.
1. What’s the worst episode of your favorite TV show?
I don’t watch too much tv, but I think I was really upset...
Sorry, sorry, been kind of busy the last almost week.
Thanksgiving was kind of amazing. We fed over 900 people and had just the right amount of food, which is always a good thing. We packed off the few left overs and were able to send them away with a few of the families who came out to eat with us that day. By the end of it, I was tired, burned, smelly, ODing on caffeine, but it felt great.
My one story from the day occurred about 8 hours into the 14 hour day.
Three people didn’t come back to their shifts, two dishes were going slower than they should have, we were having people tire faster than I anticipated, so all of a sudden I was a teensy bit stressed. One of the volunteers saw this and tried to go into this overly inspiring speech, when I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let the little part of my brain that normally has me being a chatty and friendly person in the kitchen turn off. I went into crunch time chef mode and walked away from the volunteer mid sentence and went to work, pretty much doing the job of the three people that didn’t come back’s work all by myself. My orders were now my gut voice, which is this very resonating baritone that demands to be followed, and the entire group still in the kitchen rallied behind my sudden shift and the next few hours, even when the volunteers shifted out for fresh ones, the kitchen never let up and we got done and cleaned up well before scheduled time.
I do well with stress.
Friday, nothing really happened. I woke up past noon, didn’t leave the house. I did get to meet and chat with a bunch of awesome people who are all fans of the Gentleman Bastard series I read. We did a tiny chat and had a riot of a time.
They, and all of you, are all cordially invited to crash at my place whenever. I have spare room and I will feed you until you force me to stop.
Saturday and Sunday I went to a con that is in its 40th iteration. It was…kind of amazing. I was tabling, which means I was there advertising for another convention, and had a lot of fun chatting with people and just hanging out. Most of the convention’s attendees were…quite a bit older than me. Maybe two to three dozen in their 20’s, then there were probably about 3 times as many between their thirties and forties and the rest of their probably around 1000 attendees were older than that.
Saturday night the entire 17th floor of the hotel was turned into a party, which was brilliant. One room was a speak easy, another had a popcorn machine and all sorts of carnival items, each had a distinct theme. Given the older age range of the attendees, the hall wasn’t crazy, though it was crowded. It was just…a bunch of people gathering and having a good time.
I really enjoyed it.
Sunday, we had vodka and cokes before noon at the con and did our pitch whilst drinking. I downed more than half the bottle and kind of burned off the buzz in about an hour, which made the rest of the day kind of…eh.
We were totally the cool kids at the con though, everyone at one point or another, would just hang out with us and discuss something random, whether it be literature, food, con stuff, movies, or just anything really.
Good con, will be there again next year.
Yesterday I went around with the chair of the con that we were advertising over the weekend to look for the venue for the next one. I was a bit over dressed because I had a meeting to get to after we did our thing, and it actually slightly changed the perception of the people we met. At first the events and catering people would look to me more before they realized I was just our chair’s second. He was dressed down, which really does alter people’s perceptions when talking business.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand to finish this off with a fit thing, I’ve been bulking. I did lose some weight, 9 pounds really, when I was sick, which sucks having to build that back up. But I want to break 200 for the next con in January where I’ll be trying to scare con attendees by lifting them up and asking them if they think I’m pretty.
…all while in a dress.
Need more food, speaking of. Nom nom nom, whole chickens.
Normally, I write this on Facebook, but I think I actually talk to you guys more than I do my facebook friends.
The few of you that I am facebook friends, you know it’s true.
I am thankful for the friendships that have arisen from this blog. They are few, but they are ones that I do cherish so.
You’re all people I wish I could have around a table, to sit with and happily share a meal with. The people that listen to me drone on about nothing and sometimes the things that I could never speak aloud.
Who just didn’t get any sleep due to anxiety, gulped down 20oz of espresso, and is about to order 70 people rotating in and out for the next 12 hours in hopes of making enough food to feed 800+ people in need of a decent meal?
This morning, I finally got back into working out.
Going to admit, may have over done it a little.
3 hours of sword practice, first hour and a half by myself, last bit with 3 friends.
It’s cold and it felt wonderful. Apparently a few weeks away just means I’m well rested and should be feared as the tiny, bearded god of war I am.
All three friends decided to press me at the end, and I did this really cool thing where I ran up, shoulder tackled one right in his shield then, with a reverse grip on the swords checked the other two with the flat of the blade against their backs. It was brilliant.
We then ate a chicken each, I was cooking them in the forge with the indirect heat, and we ate it with some fresh naan I had waiting for us.
Nom nom nom. Food. Still hungry.
Side note: Irish tea, not the biggest fan. I have this weird after taste right now from it.
Chai though, not bad.
Sounds great… Ill google it and treat myself for christmas if i like what I see
The way I was pulled into the series was because a writer I enjoy reading described it as Ocean’s 11 in a fantasy setting.
I was hooked by that idea and haven’t been let down since. I’ve been reading them as ebooks, if I had physical copies, I’d totally send them to you!
Just as much as I love to hear a good story, I also love to tell a good one.
If you let me, I could go on for hours talking about far off places, close places, horrible disasters, hilarious happenstances, make you laugh or cry, any and everything in between.
A very brilliant woman once told me, “There are no bad experiences, just good story material.”
It’s why I love adventures, the want to go out, without reason, destination, real purpose outside of going out into the world and…well, adventuring!
I wish, so very much to drag you, my friends so very far away from me, on a trip for the sake of taking a trip. No matter the place, point in a direction and I promise you we’ll have something to retell between here, there, and back again.
To me, the greatest friendships I have are marked not in the time spent together, nor with trinkets, scars, laugh and frown lines or other such things, but with a stupid grin and sentences beginning with, “Remember when…”
Feeling awesome this morning! About to meet up with some people to go on a Middle Earth adventure!
I’ve named it such because it’s all on foot, no other transportation allowed, unless it’s giant eagles. Because…giant eagles.
First Aid: Check
One Ring: Check
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There’s a second line in that, which didn’t show up. Tumblr is dumb and didn’t show it.
The second line is, “That’s amazing.”
Are we using gifs we don’t get to use? I want a reason to use this one.
haha wow i can’t believe you haven’t gotten to use that one before..
i do like this one, too, and i never get to use it
Ooo, I like that one.
This is one I like, but don’t know where I’d use it.