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Sep. 26th, 2010 02:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
astri13I don't know if this constitutes as drunk posting but I feel painfully drunk. And usually I can hold my liquor which is surprising because I don't have much body mass and I drink alcohol maybe once or twice a year during family birthdays and the like.
But this weekend is medieval market in our hometown - something I have been looking forward for weeks and now it pretty much rains all the time :/ - but I still went regardless and other than spending a boatload of money on celtic jewelry (love it, love it, love it), I drank my customary cup of Met. Seriously, one cup of Met must be the equivalent of like ten bottles of whiskey on an empty stomach because I can't even freaking walk straight.
Oh, and I did crossbow shooting again. At least this time, I hit something. Not the target, of course, but the wooden structure it was mounted on. Which, if you think about it, is hilarious because I couldn't for the life of me hit the huge honking target but managed the smallish piece of wood beneath it. Heh. Maybe I tremendously suck or rock at handling a crossbow. *g*
But this weekend is medieval market in our hometown - something I have been looking forward for weeks and now it pretty much rains all the time :/ - but I still went regardless and other than spending a boatload of money on celtic jewelry (love it, love it, love it), I drank my customary cup of Met. Seriously, one cup of Met must be the equivalent of like ten bottles of whiskey on an empty stomach because I can't even freaking walk straight.
Oh, and I did crossbow shooting again. At least this time, I hit something. Not the target, of course, but the wooden structure it was mounted on. Which, if you think about it, is hilarious because I couldn't for the life of me hit the huge honking target but managed the smallish piece of wood beneath it. Heh. Maybe I tremendously suck or rock at handling a crossbow. *g*
