I went to the living history conference yesterday, in Hamilton, and ran into a friend I hadn't seen in about sixteen years. The last time we e-talked, she was teaching English in Japan. We hadn't touched base since she got home last year.
She introduced me to a number of the reenactors from various groups, and we ended up staying for the dinner and dance in the evening ... even though neither of us had the appropriate clothes. Dinner was fun, very silly jokes were exchanged, and I met some wonderful people from Toronto and Kitchener. In fact, I'm looking forward to getting together with the lady from Kitchener -- even if it's just for coffee -- although, from our conversations, it appears that we have lots in common.
It's made me pine for the works of Austen, Heyer, Byron, and Scott. I think I'll just go and meander through some books. "She walks in beauty ..." seems to be calling my name.
