The weirdest part, I think, is that I don't have a black eye. Irene caught a perfect head butt right on the edge of the orbital socket... but that is one of the sadnesses of my life. I don't seem to get edema quite like other folks. Usually, I just miss out on some extra sympathy. A couple of times doctors have misdiagnosed broken bones.
Good playtime. I especially liked playing with Justin in the kitchen tent. With whisky breaks. Sitting with the group around the narghilah, sharing memories. Coffee with Edwin and Irene. Thai massage class. Having some professors try to explain a physics conundrum in simple enough language for me.
And images... if you can imagine what would happen if the Incredible Hulk mugged Tinkerbell and tried to wear her clothes... then add a ninja master in a donkey suit on a leash... I'm sure there was a lesson there (there was) but, damn. If the picture ever gets posted it will be in the "Surreal" album, along with the ostrich in a sweater.
The first hard copies of "Campfire Tales From Hell" were available, and maybe 20% of the authors. A lot of people gave an autograph for the first time. It was fun to see them blush. CreateSpace looks like it works. Some talk under the tiki torches about sequels.
One theme that kept coming up was relationships. The media slams us with images that people with intense lives must be broken, must have horrible or no relationships. If you want your mind blown, go to a gathering of go-to people and meet their spouses and children. You will meet strong, decisive brilliant wives and husbands and children. They are the best of us and we know it and appreciate it, and some would love to tell that story. The guy that can teach you how to make a functional shank from a styrofoam cup and the guy who runs a state police unit and the guy who has hit bottom hardest and come back strongest...all want to write about their wives.
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One more night of play in Colorado Springs at Deb Cupple's Community Karate Club.
Then on to Elko, Nevada for a Saturday seminar with Subtle Warrior Self-Defense.
Then home.
I'll just have to hit you harder next time.
ReplyDeleteAlthough I think the cut on the inside of my cheek did come from your right knee...
Or the gravel.
ReplyDeleteyou are a lucky man! edema just hinders the healing process...
ReplyDeleteI almost never got any sympathy for injuries during training. It's more like "look what you did to yourself". Or a variation that I get at work: "Why do you do that (martial arts)?".
ReplyDeleteWell, maybe the exception was my mom who used was horrified by any of my injuries and wanted me to stop training because of that.
"The guy that can teach you how to make a functional shank from a styrofoam cup and the guy who runs a state police unit and the guy who has hit bottom hardest and come back strongest...all want to write about their wives."
ReplyDelete:-)