If you had told me six months ago, that I would in Louisiana at the stage combat workshop - I would have used my crutches to point and laugh at you probably. I might have even gotten excited. But not nearly as excited I am to be here
among people who love stage combat. I have never seen so many people casually walking around with swords before. Here in Fredonia, those of us who do own weapons carry them concealed inside guitar cases. There, People who sell knives, swords, whips, shields and then the ones buying them will offer to show you how to crack that whip. Taking classes on fighting with handcuffs, on-stage intimacy, quarterstaff with music. In two days' time (the equivalent to which, I would get my one combat class), I had TEN classes.
I walked out of Louisiana Tech with bruises, weapons, friends. As Prof. Steve told us later, the other teachers were impressed with the talent of the Fredonia students, fighting at the top of our level. Even me and Eleah held our own in the Advanced classes, and Scooter and Kelsey, who graduated two years ago, still had the skills. Tom came in second in the fencing tournament and Hananh got the rec for sword and shield renewal. As she said, the bruise on her arm was #worththerec. #worththerec - having one of my fight partners telling me "You don't look intimidating. You can fight well - which is even more intimidating."
Me, Tom, Eleah, Hannah, Zeb, Kelsey and Scooter and Sarah. I would not have asked to spend this weekend with better people (or celebrated anyone else's birthdays!). I'll blog all my notes and memories later. This is the appreciation post, especially appreciating Sunday:
Where I come from, we do barbeques in the backyard, burgers and hot dogs. In WNY, we usually substitute that for wings. But in Louisiana, for the Boil, they actually boil crawfish and have everyone from the workshop and their families come for a day of aerial skills, knife and tomahawk throwing, violin playing, impromptu fight teaching, pinatas. They were still going strong when the Fredonia crew finally pulled out about nine p.m. to start the drive back. It is the longest drive in my life and I can't wait to make it again.