tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197324617631005684.post1199319343152155573..comments2023-06-11T06:27:51.046-07:00Comments on Our Cloverdale: The Perfect Storm at Cloverdale's Ice Palace.Space Camp Utahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08889309488645850869noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4197324617631005684.post-84900564740068462622009-02-17T14:18:00.000-07:002009-02-17T14:18:00.000-07:00I too was involved in this fray. I was dressed in...I too was involved in this fray. I was dressed in my Cloverdale Star Trek club uniform minding my own business (I was picking up my niece at the Ice Palace), when I was tackled by a hoarde of cheesey Star Wars/Halo impressionists exploding from the Ice Palace front doors. I was head-butted by both a Spartan Soldier and a Wookie yelling "The Force will be with us!" Blood was dripping from the double Spartan/Wookie impact on my forehead..so I used my Star Trek communicator to call for help. Strange, but I couldn't get it to work...the mother ship must have been out of communication range. Luckily a kind-hearted Ewok applied a compress bandage to my head and called 999 for help. After this mess, I'll never EVER leave home without my fully charged phaser.Sheila Keller-Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10983569562252427225noreply@blogger.com