{"id":2740,"date":"2009-05-26T21:15:38","date_gmt":"2009-05-27T01:15:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=2740"},"modified":"2009-05-26T21:15:38","modified_gmt":"2009-05-27T01:15:38","slug":"tivoli-report-2009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brandywinebooks.net\/?p=2740","title":{"rendered":"Tivoli Report 2009"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cSo, how was Tivoli Fest in Elk Horn, Iowa,\u201d<\/strong> you ask?<\/p>\n

OK. Good. Awful. Hard to say.<\/p>\n

I rolled into Elk Horn on Friday afternoon, having taken a vacation day. An extensive Viking camp had been pitched in the camp area, across the street from the Danish Windmill and Viking House.
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\"Tivoli
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\"Vikings<\/p>\n

Almost immediately when I arrived, a guy I knew fairly well started ragging me about Christianity, asking for my support for the contention that a main purpose of the Inquisition had been to keep women in their place.<\/p>\n

Now, I don\u2019t think he meant it maliciously. Essentially he was joshing me. In fact, I should be flattered by the fact that he assumed I was sane, and had mistaken me for a person with a healthy ego, who could safely be joshed with.<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, I\u2019m not. My AvPD started kicking in immediately, and my assessment of my situation changed from, \u201cThis is a place where I might have friends,\u201d<\/i> to \u201cThis is a place where I certainly have enemies.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

The weekend kind of went downhill from there, at least in my brain.<\/p>\n

I slept in a borrowed Viking tent (kindly brought down by other members of our Minneapolis group). My inflatable mattress turned out to have a leak, but I still got some sleep, thanks to the previous night\u2019s insomnia.<\/p>\n

The next day was highlighted by one good battle session\u2014three fights with the largest group I\u2019ve ever participated with. About ten people (there was a woman, an archer) on either side. Fun. I enjoyed it very much.<\/p>\n

My acquaintance ragged me about Christianity again at some. I forget the exact details.<\/p>\n

It rained in the afternoon, which kind of spoiled the rest of the day. We ran around a lot, trying to get stuff under cover. One guy\u2019s tent broke in the wind. Some of the people changed out of their wet Viking clothes into modern clothes, and there was no more fighting.<\/p>\n

On the last day (Sunday), there was some fighting, but by that time I felt so insecure I didn\u2019t join in. The thing was, the battle just sort of coalesced. Some guys were out there, sparring or practicing with axes and archery and stuff, then all of a sudden they had organized a battle. I expect they assumed anybody who wanted to participate would just armor up and join in, but I couldn\u2019t work up the confidence.
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\"Viking<\/p>\n

On the other hand, I sold a lot of books that day. The sales were really quite good.<\/p>\n

Among the buyers was the guy who\u2019d been on my case. I suspected then, and still suspect, that I\u2019ll regret that transaction in time.<\/p>\n

As he left, his wife stopped and told me, \u201cIf anybody gives you a hard time, you just let us know and we\u2019ll kick his *ss.\u201d<\/p>\n

This was so bizarre under the circumstances, I\u2019m still trying to make any sense at all out of it.<\/p>\n

I left a little after 4:00 p.m. It was a long, hard drive, better than five hours.<\/p>\n

Monday I put my American flag out and took it in again, and basically did nothing else but nap and read.
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