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[oakenguy]

What a fun day! Sooo tired now. And perhaps a little tipsy. (Evidence 1: I had to correct the spelling of 'tipsy' twice, as first it was typsi and then tispy. And I made the same mistakes the sceond time I toed that word. Typed. That is.

Damn. Maybe I'm a lot more drunnk than I thought.)

Anyhow. Today was the first day of the Pastimes Fight Seminars, put on by empheliath and I took turns with hair-pulling, Marion and I took turns hitting each other (which was challenging mostly because of the ambidextrousness required--one hand punches, but at the same time the other hand makes the sound and then scoots far away to give the illusion that it couldn't possibly, no way no how, have made that noise.)

Bonnie and I were paired up for stomach punches, which was a little trickier--there's actual physical contact, and as we took turns it took a while for each of us to figure out just how much force to use on the other person. It complicated matters that between her belt buckle and gender and my, um, generous? belly, she had a much bigger safe target to aim at than I did.

I'd love to've just been a fly on the wall and watched, especially some of the odder size mismatches. I could spend all day watching someone 5'5" trying to get Dave (6'4") in a chokehold.

The afternoon was quarterstaff training, which I can still feel--my hands keep wanting to move an imaginary stick back and forth into the proper positions, slapping against my left arm, snapping under my right armpit.

(Okay, typed out that sounds a lot dirtier than I meant it to.)

The left-handers in the group lucked out for this one--the class was divided so that the 27 righties were guided by one teacher, and we three lefties by the other. After we were shown the blocks (which would work in a real fight, yay safety!) and strikes (which WOULDN'T work in a real fight, so again yay safety) Tim, who was one of the other lefties, and I drilled and drilled.

A general thing I realized today is that my stance is getting better--my knees are bent and I'm lower than I used to be. About a third as low as I SHOULD be, but it's progress.

I also was made aware of the fact that I was so excited I was jiggling a little. Gah. I don't think of myself as fight-crazy, but how else to explain the fact that I coasted through six hours on adrenaline? I really need to watch this in myself, especially with performances. Too little energy and my thoughts are like molasses, but too much and I'm not really a safe combat partner (and can be pretty incoherent, too) ((Not like now, nooooo. Sadly, this is me at my best. It's alld ownhill from here.))

Zoomed home (as much as the T can "zoom") for a supper party with ldyfyrefly, akycha, qlewkr and heavenscalyx! Two bottles of wine, salmon, chocolate ganache, and lots of fun talk about everything from adoption to hentai to Alex Ross to the Rawhide Kid.

Which brings me up to date. Good night!