It is wet.

Atlanta is virtually underwater, and it reminds me of Futurama. You know the episode, right? The one where they go to the lost city of Atlanta, where the mermaids live (and look suspiciously like Col. Sanders of KFC fame)? Well, trust me – it was awesome, and I am beginning to believe it a little, after all this rain.

It has been raining since last Monday. Wednesday, when I attempted to go to SCA, I had to do some creative circumnavigating around very large puddles. There was one under the bridge on North Avenue, where I couldn’t turn around, so I soldiered through it and aside from a squeaky belt, came out none the worse for wear.

On Saturday was the  Barony’s yearly signature event, Red Tower. We had hoped to avoid the rainy weather for the event, which we did (mostly), but my chappals are completely ruined (that is, mildewy), and I still don’t know what possessed me to make the bottom band of my chiton white cotton. I think I’ll dye that bit a dark color for future use. I did stay inside most of the day, working troll, so I was relatively dry. The death of my chappals is a convenient excuse to go back to my favorite Indian clothing stores again (oh. noes.), so there is that. The CG wore a couple of awesome hats, one of which was a wig and one of which was not (well, it was, only it wasn’t), and I met some new people. At court, there were awards, including the Chivalry Award to Mandin, who utterly deserved it, and the Red Tower award to the fighter who won, and then an award to Cillian, who won fencing (apparently), and then in an amazing bit of surreality, I was given the Heart of South Downs. To the uninitiated, this means that the gentlemen got together and voted to give said award to a lady who is gracious and ladylike and has many similar qualities (the Chivalry award is the same thing, only from us to them), and I’m still not certain that I deserve it totally, but I’d do them all a disservice to be contrary, so I thank them all. And as an added bit of me being a gigantic nerd, I have been wearing it (on a chain I dug up out of the ol’ jewelry drawer) under my shirt for the past two days. I may never take it off, except to shower.

I got blood taken at the doctor this morning, and as you do when you go to the doctor as a grown up, treated myself to a smoothie afterward (you know – for electrolytes and stuff).

I had intended to knit at Knitch on Sunday, but when that happened, I said I’d knit at home. What have I done, in actuality? Read 2.5 Sookie Stackhouse books. That’s what I’ve done. I’m renting Season 1 of True Blood this evening.

This rain is awesome.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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3 Responses to It is wet.

  1. Smills says:

    I demand a picture of you with the Heart! You totally deserve it.

  2. deirdre says:

    congrats on the Heart of South Downs! You DO deserve it!!!!!

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