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[oakenguy]

If you look at it a certain way, every decision I made makes sense.

SINCE the car doors will no longer unlock and the car alarm goes off and goes off and goes off and goes off and won't stop even when you yank all the fuses out it just keeps going like some horrible undead thing arrrrrgh, I can't drive anywhere, THEREFORE I walk places.

SINCE I walk places, and today the 'Basic Broadsword' and 'Medieval Mixed Weapons' seminars I'd signed up for were going on, THEREFORE I walked to them.

SINCE I'd walked to the seminars and they're really good and I'd paid all that money, THEREFORE it would have been foolish not to spend my six hours happily swinging steel objects around. HEAVY steel Objects. Flail-y and halberd-y type objects. (For flails make the crashy bangy noises that make me happy and if you swing them a certain way they can loop around a sword blade and then the fun can really start and, to sum up, whee.)

SINCE I walk places, and the seminars were over, THEREFORE I walked home.

See? Phrased that way, it doesn't sound unreasonable at all.




Did I mention the house-to-seminar distance is 2.9 miles?



Yeah...that number really didn't hit me until about, oh, 2/10ths of the way home.


SO.

TIRED.

NOW.

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[etiger4.livejournal.com]

That sounds like so much fun! I'm dog sitting a small poodle like dog that shivers at the timbers of "mixed weaponry" yet prances in ironic circles at the thought of walking!