The day I became Robin Hood

Whats a girl to do when she gets a text message at 7:30 pm on a Thursday inviting her to a weekend of craziness at a castle.

She accepts thats what she does.

And then she drives 5 hours across the state of washington after working 8 hours to get to a castle.

And then she shreiks and jumps up and down when she realizes she really is at a castle.

And whats a girl to do when she is immediately whisked to the dressing

chamber and outfitted with a cloak?

Pee her pants.

So then this very same girl had a couple of cocktails and put herself

to bed. Only to wake up and have one of the best days of her life.

Trashley and I started our Journey to #CastleArch6 at about 5pm on

Friday. We arrived in Spokane at about 10pm that evening. We were

greeted by the owner of the Staudinger Castle Chris and his marvelous

girlfriend and my Trashleys childhood best friend Tawny. Immediatly we

were dressed in fine cloaks and escorted to the castle to enjoy

beverages and meet the other guests. After some time around the table

and a tour of the grounds we were headed to bed.

We awoke rested and refreshed and ready for the 6th annual Robin Hood

and Little John archery tournament.

I was dressed in some traditional garments that happened to make me

look a lot like a female version of Robin Hood. I didn't hate it. I

infact loved it. The icing on the cake is when I attached 3 coors

light tall boys to my belt and called myself "The Silver Bullet".

But then it was time to get serious. I was in need of a quick training

session on how to infact be an expert Archer. AKA how in the heck does

one actually shoot a bow and arrow and hit a target.

Enter Tawny and Chris. They taught me the basics of becoming a master

archer. I was outfitted with finger guards and arm guards. I had my

hat. My vest and of course my silver bullets.

Shit was about to get real.

We did a qualifying round. I unfortunatley landed myself in the

"little john" section. I took offense to this. But I understood. I was

not quite as skilled as the others. After 5 rounds of the tournament

and a few drinks later the tournament ended. What a glorious day. If

you ever want to feel like a certified bad ass get yourself a bow and

arrow and launch arrows at a target. You will without a doubt feel

like a real midevil bad ass. Or like Robin Hood depending on your

dress.

                   

I managed to at one point convince my big bro to show up as he lives

in spokane and was only about 20 minutes away. I think the

conversation went a little like this

Me- " Big Bro get here and get here now. Also will you be sure to

bring me a bottle of Jack and Lemonade."

Big- " What? What are you talking about! I have been surfing all day!"

Me- "Where does one surf at in Eastern Washington?"

Big- "The web Ashley the web."

Me- " Thats it nerd alert get to the store and get here NOW!"

And then he did. And he didn't disappoint he got me my jack and my

lemonade and as you can imagine the rest was history.

We moved the party into the castle for the evening after a momentary

water balloon fight.

At which point we partook in a little "midevil castle dancing". It was

probably one of the highlights of my life seeing this unfold. There

were 4 of us doing what we consider a midevil dance routine all to the

tune of Drake, Lil Wayne and other classy musical artists. Please take

a moment to imagine this and laugh.

I died. And then I insisted that every person who was to enter the

castle had to shotgun a beer. Because like I have said before I am

just one classy gal and nothing rocks my socks like shotgunning.

And then at about 1:00 am I put myself to bed. 

In a bed of cheetos. 

I woke up at 6 am and looked under neath me only to find the contents of

an entire bag of cheetos and white cheddar popcorn beneath me. 

It seems I got a little hungry and decided that a snack was essential but

then was very unsuccessful at getting any of the said snacks into my

mouth. What truly blows my mind is that those cheetos were completely

intact not a single one crushed. 

That my friends takes some expert talent. 

You are welcome.

And then misery came for me. It grabbed me by my Robin Hood hat and

slapped me straight back to reality and a 5 hour drive home. So

Trashley and I packed up the car and made our trek back home much to

our dismay. But I wouldn't trade it for the world and I am already
planning my outfit for next year.

By the way party people all of these brilliant and beautiful photos are courtesy of the amazing Tawny and Chris. Incase you are wondering they happen to have a pretty amazing blog of their own that I suggest you check out at www.captainandclark.com. Or don't and be a huge loser your choice.