Most memorable pennsic experiance

there is something about a first pennsic and drunk people locked in shitters that makes me smile..............!!!

" Dear me, is potty adventures the best we can do??? "

That's similar to what I thought: Certainly, it's a heaven-sent not to worry about having a glass or two more than one should have when driving (and it's even nicer to forget "proper behavior" just because it is Pennsic, which makes drinking so much more fun than in mundania), but getting seriously plastered and porta potty mishaps seem rather minor adventures given the miraculously good times one can have at Pennsic.

My most memorable moment was probably the last night at my first Pennsic, when on a starry night, a singer and a dancer transported me into another time, another world in a way that surprised me. Another great memory is the band of wanderers party that happened Friday night this year - we walked through the night, the group stopped, the musicians started playing, and we all danced in the middle of a dark road, while more friends just appeared out of night; again a moment when time was kinda suspended. It could have been 500 years before our days, or 500 years after our days, it could have been Cooper's Lake, it could have been somewhere along the Gypsy trail - time or place didn't matter.

Oh, and what a lovely poem about what sounds like a true Pennsic adventure!

"Summer storms cannot dampen
These kindred spirits
Gathered in the rain.
Friendly hospitality
Lends new meaning to shared robes. "

Yes it bears repeating! Thanks for sharing it!

I've shared stories of this Pennsic. Unfortunately for us and our group this was more of a "Holding Pattern" Pennsic than a "Fun" Pennsic. With all the mishaps and injuries and folks who could not come be with us in our group the spirits were down and while we kept busy and enjoyed each other as best we could we simply couldn't raise our spirits to even have a good old fashioned camp Drama scene where everyone was pissed at everyone else! I'd blame it on any one thing (The lack of campmates due to mundane issues, the forgotten tent parts, the weather, the earlier dates, the weather, the leaky tents, the sugery's that some campmates had right before Pennsic, the injured kids, the weather, the trips to EMS, etc.) but alas no one single thing was to blame.

The high points for me were going to visit some friends and the giving of gifts and reciveing hugs from those I only see once a year at Pennsic. The culmination of which was running what was deemed by others to have been a succesful gathering of Freemasons from all over the known world. The brotherhood and fellowship I shared that Sunday evening was by far enough for me to overlook all the negative parts and carry me thru some of the worst weather and camping problems at Pennsic in years.

Thank you to everyone that I met from Tribes! Each smile, hug, and hello helped to carry me and my family and household thru a truly testing Pennsic.

"Dear me, is potty adventures the best we can do??? "

But, it appears that every one has a good potty story from Pennsic......

just getting a chance to see all of you guy's... that was totally awesome... : )

...trying scumble for the first time...

the kind offer of a few cabana boys was nice, but i had to say no...

oh, yes... the wonderful drumming and dancing around the fire at vlads... wow!!

...the wearing of garb... that was interseting... : )

...that suprise kiss by the fire... and the one that almost happened but didn't... they were both wonderful...

being offered my first beer at my first zero knight... : )

..howling mouse...

all of the huggs and warm greetings...

the chalkman pub... in the rain... : )

the passing of grog as we played in the the worst of the downpour... : D

...the smell of the trees and the feel of the ground... and the cool waters of the swimming hole and sharing of drinks with my friends...

everything pumpkin was awesome... meade, muffins, pie, cake and many many others...

the saffron cheese cake made for me by a wonderful friend... : )

...northern lights? i'm sorry i missed that...

Hmm, not a single, "No ****, there I was" story yet.

Pennsic 28. I was dating Sir G. at the time. He'd just taken my friend J. as a squire. G didn't attend that Pennsic. His squire self-appointed himself my bodyguard for the war.

Anyway, our shire's knight marshal had started goofing around with staff slings earlier in the year - if you're not familiar with this weapon, go here: cynewulf.black-panther.org.uk/the....htm

Our shire formed a staff slinger unit, specifically to play in that war's Abbey Battle. I was captain of archers at the time, however, Tanaka gave command to a young man prone to talking the talk without being able to walk the walk. This was an opportunity for this gentleman to shine - or hang himself.

The East did not (and I think still does not) have light archers or other light fighters. We proceeded on the assumption that we would be siege weapons and to comply with the two-man team requirement, each team was comprised of a slinger and loader. J. of course had my back.

Anyway, at the last minute, the marshals decided we were lights and we had to deploy inside the abbey with the combat archers. The abbey consisted of posts with sheet walls - which I couldn't see over. Neither could our commander who was shorter than I was. J. tops my 5'6" by another five inches if he doesn't slouch, so he was directing my fire as he loaded - and you can bet every slinger with a clue was listening to him calling range - "200 feet. 100 feet. Choke up, here they come!"

We got maybe ten minutes of play before the Midrealm overran our position. We retired to the hay bales at the edge of the field and waited for the East to push back. (Great view of the nitty gritty and a good place to cheer some of our heavy friends from!)

And waited. And waited. It was a cool, gray, drizzly day. Suddenly, our commander declared that he wasn't feeling well and our side wasn't going to get back in anyway and picked up his stuff to leave. Desertion in the heat! J and I looked at each other through bar grilles and said in clear, loud, totally p.o.ed unison, "Fine, we're staying." Every last slinger and loader stood up and said, "Me too."

J, being the perfect retainer, is at my elbow (radiating Angry Bearded Guy pheromones as only he can) as I chivvy my unit as close to the abbey as possible. I tell them we've got to get in fast and make it count if our army gives us the chance. I explained the concept of volley fire, something that had never occured to our Fearless Leader, how to call it - and then admitted, "I can't see a damn thing over that wall, J is going to have to call it." "Permission to substitute "MORTAR' for 'Loose!''' he suggested, showing lots of teeth. "They won't know WHAT'S coming over that wall."

So we waited. We were ready. And we never did get back in, more's the pity. We few, we soggy few, we band of tennis ball lobbing slingers. It was fun though.