Then I recalled that I did, in fact, joust this weekend. And that at the end of the second joust, I get unhorsed by having a CB cracked across - say it with me, kids! - my lower back!
I am such an imbecile.
To offset my idiocy, I shall distract you with cuteness: prior to the second joust on Saturday, I was standing by my horse. He licked my hand a few times (as he is wont to do). He rubbed his head against my butt (ditto). Then, he took my chain mail skirt in his teeth. He sucked at it a little, nibbled it. Then just stood there with it in his mouth. At last, he let it go, sighed, and shook his head, ears a-flopping.
On an entirely non-Faire related note, I feel it necessary to once again cry my adoration for Jon Stewart. Oh, yes indeedy.