You know that urban legend where the guy goes to sleep and wakes up the next morning in a tub of ice missing a kidney?
It's kinda like that, except with mosquito bites.
Oh yeah, I saw my first honest-to-God Civil War reenactment yesterday. Although almost Ren-Faire like in its earnestness; there were no fake British accents, no one said "Wench, fetch me some mead.", there were very few fat tatoo-laden chicks with their tits pushed up to their throats and I didn't have to punch anyone in the face for attempted juggling/miming/saying, "forsooth, thou art dressed strangely sir."
So aside from the obvious, drama-club weirdness, most of these guys are serious
history buffs, and most of them have a particular area of speciality. One guy could be an expert on machine made textiles used in Union shirts after 1864 and anothr guy could know all about the care and feeding of the mules used to haul Confederate Army Mountain Howitzers. And they take it really seriously, really
. An interesting day.
With explosions. Lots of explosions. And guns, did I mention the variety of weapons? I got to hold an original Springfeild repeater and a replica carriage gun. Watched a guy fire a Walker revolver with an 80 grain charge. And cannons! Lots of cannons. Ka-boom! Made up for all the weirdness.
I got some pictures of the kids, I'll post them maybe tomorrow. But I'll be super busy last week of the quarter, so don't count on it.
And be advised, the Madison Regatta
is coming up. I'm going this year, for the first time, we usually go on vacation during the race. I will report.