3 bald eagles & a field of llamas

So I'm writing this post in the car on the way home from Crown. Note my use of writing, not posting. Posting would require some kind of roaming internet connection that would probably cost me an arm and a couple toes. Crown was in Ironwood, Michigan. The trip there was fine, till we got to Ashland. Then it was like trying to navigate through a snowstorm at the North Pole. The hotel was nice. Free continental breakfast. Squishy carpets. Hot tub and pool. The biggest problem was that the heat was on freaking FULL BLAST. It was ridic. I thought I was going to boil inside my own skin. Plus that meant that the air was REALLY dry. I've had 3 nosebleeds in the last 2 days.
I got an amazing pair of brown and pink wannabe converse. They're about 6 different kinds of kickass. I also found an amazing pair of black ballet flats, but naturally they had them in 9 1/2 and 11, but no 10. Except in the ugliest leopard print ever, or in brown suede. We checked in the Target in Grand Forks on the way home, but no luck. However, I did find the first two seasons of The OC on sale for $19 each. So they're currently in my possession.
But anyways. Evan didn't win Crown. But Sam did. Which will apparently rock at Pennsic next summer. But Evan did make it to the semi-finals. I think he ended up in like, 3rd place overall. Which was pretty awesome. But Auntie doesn't get to Quee the Been. I have to say though, the look on her face when he made it to the semis was pretty priceless. Neither of them were really there because they wanted to win. They were just there for fun. This look pretty much said "Oh crap, he might actually win. What have we gotten ourselves into?"
Then, at court, Sam gave this big, rousing speech that probably gave everybody goosebumps. All that was missing was some ominous music crescendoing in the background, a gust of wind, and a slightly melodramatic lowering of the lights.
Then, that night, we all went to Niklos and Aramanthra's room and basically sat around, ate cookies, and the "adults" drank mead. (Side note: Not fair. I'm old enough to vote, get married, and own property. Dangnabbit, I should be allowed to have a drink with friends.) But yeah, it was fabulous. Robyn and I walked into the room, and Niklos goes "I just have to say, you guys are beautiful." But he's not a flirt.
That was my weekend in a nutshell. I forgot my camera at the hotel, so no pics of the fighting, or anything else. But here's my kickass shoes.