It finally happened, oh my SCA friends and family: I dreamed that I showed up at Pennsic without any clothing. There I was amid the happy throng and not a stitch, either garb or mundane. No-one really noticed; it would be far from the oddest sight there, but "This shows a lamentable lack of planning," I thought, "All that driving and now no armor!"
But then I remembered I had my gold chain in the glove box. It was going to be o.k.
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