Essentially, I have to drive five hours on Saturday morning to make it to an one-hour meeting, then crash that night at a hotel, and drive five hours back the next day. It’s SCA business: I’m the new chronicler for my barony, and we all have to attend a meeting like this every year. Since my kingdom (Atlantia) stretches from Maryland to South Carolina, you can largely count on fun trips like this every year.
Also, in unrelated news: I’ve suddenly discovered a burning desire to join a Northern Principality for Atlantia movement. Go figure.
There’s probably a joke in there about teleconferencing.
“Chronicler Lane is joining us via palantir, we thank the wizard Saruman and Denethor, steward of Gondor, for their gracious loan of these potent devices. Ignore the Apple logos, good gentles.”
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Mew