Saturday morning dawned way too early, and I wasn’t moving very quickly. Also, my motivation was fairly low. I was exhausted, I’d had a few weeks of being bombarded with all the people who *weren’t* coming, and I had absolutely *no idea* of what we were supposed to be doing, despite trying to get someone, anyone to tell me. I’m a person who needs a plan. And a backup plan. And in a perfect world, a fallback position from the backup plan. All of the “don’t worry, we’ll work it out that day” that I’d been getting shoved down my throat had ratcheted the stress level well up into the red zone. And then they’d crawl up my ass about being stressed. Can’t win for losing.
At any rate, we got to the site about thirty minutes later than planned, and then we sat around waiting for someone to please tell us what we were supposed to be doing. That didn’t work so well for Charlotte – she was miserable. Eventually, I took her for a walk to try to stop the whining, and she went happily out into the courtyard, finally contented. Naturally, that’s when I got pulled back in. Full screaming meltdown. So now I have a kid who’s been cooped up in a side room for two hours having a full tantrum right before I need her to sit quietly in public for forty-five minutes or so. Best part? Then we sat around for another ten minutes or so waiting for someone to tell us what to do.
The next thirty minutes involved a lot of people in bad moods. We’ll leave it at that.
Not much to say about court/the investiture. We hung out at the back of the hall, we walked in, got hats, sat down. Apparently we could have done some business right then, but since we’d only found out about that option approximately an hour previous, we had nothing planned and no time to figure anything out. Royal court was nice and included the thing that I did enjoy that day – vynehorn’s laurel, which was very well deserved. People who know me know that I generally don’t approve of diverse arts laurels – the whole idea defeats the concept of “mastery.” But there’s a tipping point for me, and she’s passed it. If I weren’t behind it I would have smiled and offered congratulations, but I certainly wouldn’t have threatened mayhem to protect my prerogative to a) create the document and b) organize the whole thing. People said nice things, the regalia all came together perfectly, and people actually figured out the neat thing I did with the document. It was a fantastically dense piece of legalese that I stole damn near word for word from a couple of sixteenth century documents. I try not to do that often, but for the right occasion, it’s fabulous.
It damn near killed me not to talk about it here while I was working on it. I’ll post a picture as soon as I take one…
Charlotte did fairly well during court. There was a bit of a fuss at one point when she wanted Bob’s chair, but I distracted her to sit on the stool, and she was happy to make that her spot. What got to be a problem was that she decided that she needed her night-night blanket – in the middle of Vynehorn’s laurel. I really couldn’t leave and go get it. I couldn’t send Auntie Camma, since she was reading testimony from Master Allyn. She headed down the wrong stairs, and ended up in the hallway. Luckily anarra took her in hand, and it was all okay.
After court we wandered around a bit, and tried to stop by and see what was going on. I got to Vynehorn’s reception, which had graciously been catered by jtdiii, to fabulous effect. I *loathe* asking busy people to do things for me, but I was up against a wall. It was a fabulous spread, including my favorite tarragon chicken pies. I’m a fan of tarragon. I wandered on at that point, and Charlotte stayed with her sister, beginning an afternoon of “who has my child?” I got out to the fencing and the rattan fighting, but never made it to the archery.
Shortly after that we were due to report back to the royal room, which we dutifully did, and sat and waited to be told what to do. Somewhere in there Her Highness arrived – she seems like a lovely lady – and we all sat for a while longer. I wasn’t entirely sure what we were waiting for, but it turned out we were waiting for champions to show up. Wyatt arrived just as we were about to leave without him, and off we went. First court didn’t go too badly, for the first time out of the gate, and most of the missteps weren’t us. When we were going to announce the heavy list winner, the marshal wasn’t in the hall. We moved on, and he arrived, so that resolved itself. Fencing was announced without a hitch, but apparently a prize was never arranged. Archery left me irked. There had been a serious dearth of communication about the archery – at least to us. As of the last barony meeting, we needed a prize. Then on the list, we didn’t need a prize. We brought one anyway to be safe, and it turned out that we did need a prize – except all of a sudden we needed three and we had one – and found out IN court. That was awkward. All stuff that I’ll likely micromanage from now on, so that shouldn’t happen again. Bob presented an archery ranking badge that we knew about, but after we’d moved on, it turned out there was another that we didn’t know about. Also awkward. Not as awkward as the whole Runnymeade thing though. That was one of the things on the docket that we didn’t put there, and didn’t know what it was or why it was there. Okay – I hadn’t gotten input on anything else, just wait and see. Except that none of them came to the event. Ateno and Lassair were there because we had asked them specifically to come and help with the brewing. So they got there, looked at us, and said “You called us.” Except we hadn’t. Bob covered with something about thanking them for coming up to help, but WOW was that uncomfortable. And awkward. And embarrassing. I’m not quite sure what that was all about, but since they hadn’t originally planned on making the trip, the idea of what that would have been like if they hadn’t been there makes my skin crawl.
We wrapped up fairly quickly after a few more missteps, and got the hell out of there. I had vague feelings of guilt about not helping with cleanup, but I just really wanted to be gone. We hit Great Taste in New Britain for dinner with isabeau_lark, Jan, and Erica. I’ve heard good things about them from co-workers, and I’ve wanted to try them for a while. The reports weren’t wrong – really good food, fantastic service, and Charlotte loved the fish tank. We’re definitely going back there again.
Sunday we went down to my parents’ to return the Jeep. I actually could have skipped making that whole round trip – I borrowed the Jeep due to all the dire warnings of all the things we were going to need to bring home. Honestly, I didn’t need a larger vehicle to bring home a gingerbread cake and a box of quince paste, but all the extra room did make the packing easier. Had a nice day with mom and dad, came home, and went to bed early.
So that’s over and done with. Now I just need to catch up on my sleep.