My friend Erin had a lovely birthday party that was a murder mystery game. I hadn’t done anything like that before, but it was a fun experience to try. As it ended up, my character was the killer.
It was a great mix of people. Some of them were folks I already knew and some were new. I was chatting with the people who hosted the party. As it turns out, they are active in the Shire of Stormsport, the local chapter of the Society for Creative Anachronism (SCA.) The wife taught dance within the group, which I did years ago, although she is more into the Italian Renaissance dances, and I preferred English Country Dance.
At one point, I referred to my friend Frog, and she mentioned that they had camped with Frog and Lillian at Pennsic at Moot Point. I inwardly beamed, because it was so rare to bump into someone who would be aware of that informal name for that part of the campground, and even rarer that someone else would produce it. I am not 100% sure, but I think it was actually me that came up with the term (about 20 years ago. Gad, I’m old!)
Tomorrow is officially meeting day from Hell: Starting at 2 PM, I have 3 in a row. We will see how it goes. I scurried around today doing all of the usual domestic stuff to get it out of the way.
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