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.