Boffing

That used to mean something else when I was young.

So today Emphatic Girl (aka YG) and I went down to San Jose to Baycon. It was the girl's first convention, and I think she had a swell time--went swimming, investigated everything, became a gofer for a while, cruised the dealer's room looking for all the cool things (someone overheard me saying something in response to a query, "No, sweetie, you don't need a crossbow"). And then she signed up for Boffer Wars. This is organized chaos, in which people of all sizes and ages wack at each other with padded foam weapons. And it is totally up YG's alley. It took her a while to get the lay of the land, and all the rules, and apparently she irritated a couple of older kids through her imperfect understanding of the rules (and her willingness to press her luck, rules-wise, I thinkg). When it got down to the actual tournament, however, she was very good about calling hits, dropping when hold! was called, and being good humored about the referees rulings.

Meanwhile SG, left alone at home, went out to a double feature (Hitchhiker's Guide and The Interpreter, which is not a combination that would have occurred to me. And also meanwhile, Spouse is in Barcelona. So we all had a busy day. I, for one, am going to go fall over now. Tomorrow, we do it all again...