Not an inglorious end, but almost one.

Last night was the final night of fencing practice at the church we presently hold the practice in. We were kicked out and had until the end of June. We have new space now, further up in NorthEast Philly, in MayFair, just two blocks from the Mayfair diner.

I arrived early, as I usually do, and found some of the fighters milling about in the parking lot, rapping on the door. Looking inside, it could be seen that the lights were all out. Nobody opened the door for us and they had taken our keys from us months ago. Such joy.

Our illustrious commander arrived and called the church rep. In the meantime we hung out in the parking lot shooting the breeze, and wondering if we shouldn't just bag the whole thing tonight.

In the end, the rep showed up and opened the door. Practice got going quickly and I had several hard bouts. I had a lot of energy considering that I biked to work this morning and it was very stuffy. I've had two good practice sessions in a row. Odd.

Meanwhile, SaraBelle gained two more ounces. Yay!