The glory! Oh sweet glory!

You know, there's something about listening to awe-inspiring, glorious-moment filled, take-on-the-world-and-win soundtracks just prior to and just after fencing. Just something that makes you believe in all the old stories.

*checks the plethora of small scratches, bruises, and cuts adorning body*

Damnit! Now I want to go kill things again! With a sword!

Fencing has been, in a word, GLORIOUS. It's so incredibly wonderful to be back in the strip. I wound up spending about 10, maybe 15, minutes outside of the strip last night. I was at RCFC from 7:30 until 9:00. In that low-ceilinged room, dripping sweat after the first couple touches, with over a dozen like me. Just fencing for the sheer joy of it. There's a lot of younger, high school age kids at RC, along with some older ladies and gentlemen. Almost nobody my age. And it doesn't even matter. They're all there for the same reasons I am. Stabbing other people. =D

Seriously though, the attitude at RCFC is so great. People are there to help, to have fun, and to fence. Jokes are tossed around, people work out with anyone and everyone, the strips are shared equally amongst everybody there. I've even started to make a number of friends! (Yeah, I know it's shocking. Me, making friends. Shy, introverted me. Wait...) ;-)

Oh, and for everybody still at CWUFC, Lance Kykendall and Dan Burke say "Hi."

Work goes well. Big joke of the day is that three of the pranksters in the office (myself included) wore the exact same outfit today. We're looking for a fourth right now to complete our Barbershop Quartet. And it's a Friday, so everyone is feeling a little silly and relaxed.

Happy Birthday to my brother Jeff!

Time to go back to work for me!