My Oldest Girl has decided she wants a LARP birthday party for her 11th. She’s not worried about the details of the LARP, but is planning her attire with much care.
She says she wants to be “A warrior princess with a strong sense of fashion.”
How can you not love this kid?
I’m pondering fantasy versus reality today.
I spent the weekend playing in a fantasy LARP, out in the woods gathering firewood and starting campfires; hiking for hours; identifying animals tracks in the snow. I stood in awe of the powerful, muffled beauty of a soft, slow snowfall. We setup camp and ate and drank like kings all weekend with only the most basic of modern conveniences.
Back in “reality”, most “normal” people spent the weekend in bars, in front of a TV, staring at over-sized men wearing colorful tights and hard plastic armor, fighting over a ball. Which is more real?
Let’s just say I’m happy with my choice.
Walking and running and standing and sparring all weekend makes for sore muscles, but great memories. It has occurred to me that I spent all weekend pretending to be someone else – and now, sitting all day at my cubicle, inside a cold building… I feel like I’m trapped in someone else’s life. Who is this boring desk jockey? I am a man of adventure.
Very Vocal Viking 