In the meantime, I still owe you a post about the first weekend of this month. So that's what I have come to write tonight.
I have a group of Asatru friends. They make up Hammer Kindred, based out of Connecticut. A couple of times a year they have a Viking Party. These parties involve some role-playing as they are set around 750 C.E. and everyone is required to wear appropriate garb and take on a period persona. Mine is Bjarni.
The first of these parties this year, and the first one I have been to due to limited space and therefore invitations, was held April 2nd. There were a few anachronisms, like the digital camera, but as few as possible. All phones are turned off, and the only lighting is from candles or lanterns. Get the idea?
Anyway, there was a great deal of mead which I hit quite hard. My drinking was early and often, just like voting.
And just like voting, all the results were not pleasant. Let me transcribe one of the conversations I had later in the night. I think I had this conversation with Ragnar but it night have been Starkad. Actually it could have been any of the Vikings...
Viking: Bjarni, you alright over there?
Me: Not good.
Viking: What do you need?
Viking: A bucket, got it.
At least it happened outside. My thanks go out to Ulf and Ragnar for everything. Including the bucket and hose.
I also need to thank Starkad and Magnus for their help, which mainly consisted of helping me get around. Since I am 6 foot 5 and over 300 pounds, it occasionally took both of them to support me once my legs turned to rubber.
You can read a couple other comments about the party here and here. Or you can check out some pictures.
One quick word of warning...
If you are ever drinking with Vikings, and have already been drinking pretty heavy, you probably want to sit out when they start the drinking games.