The weeks they was
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temperance14Just because I haven't even posted these in my own private diary. Will at least get them noted HERE. Of no particular interest, but just to keep track.
Just because I haven't even posted these in my own private diary. Will at least get them noted HERE. Of no particular interest, but just to keep track.
Wed, June 1, stayed at Giggle Manor. Stephano and Mr. Giggles fled for their lives after discovering that Mrs. and I both enjoy hearing 35 year old Shel Silverstein children songs. Mr. Giggles finally returned late that evening, in hopes that the CD player might have imploded.
The sleepover was ostensibly to help pack household while having deep conversation w/Mrs. Instead, went food shopping, Mrs. learned the ancient art of acorn squash and sausage, and we just had deep conversations. So deep that Mrs. Giggles may decide to wear waders next time. Took bus back to work the next morning.
Thurs June 2—Train home, grabbed car, drove back to Davis. Trust me, this made more sense. After pryactice on campus, to Pluto’s. The Peatmoss Sidhe came along, for her last Afters. During the course of the evening, eating, lessons in flirting, tickling and finger suckling, the ladies at the back table at Pluto’s began warbling old Irish songs. Peatmoss, Giggles,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agengrgal, barelyproper. Eventually we moved the songs outside, when Pluto’s needed to close up. Somewhere moved into 70’s ballads and up tempo soul-pop. And sometime outside, piritorce joined in. Later, when I drove Peatmoss home, she remarked wistfully that she wished all our get-togethers had been like that. Reminded her of parties with family and friends—all come together with instruments, to sing and dance. Had to agree. While driving her home, kept thinking of folk, ballad, pop, jazz and show tunes I would love to hear from local throats.
Friday June 3—Already arranged to drive to Tahoe withbarelyproper. During day, got a call from BP asking if we could bring ailurodragon along. Done. Got off an hour early from work, drove to store to buy last minutes, then to BP’s home. Met her roommates, the cat, the doves, the chickens, and the mulberry tree. I love it. Pack in BP’s stuff, then off to AD’s where he was still unpacking regular and faire garb. Fortunately, BP brought mulberries and fresh baked cookies, so we gnarfled down some munchies. Met AD’s roommate, indigowombat--very nice. And patient.
Off to the co-op to get veggies. BP and I were attending as part of the hair braider’s guild; had offered to bring extra veggies for nibbling braiders. And wanted snacks for weekend. (Had not yet sunk in you can’t keep snackies in a tent in Tahoe.) Grabbed a mango slurpie for AD, which we all shared and zipped up the road. Faster than I thought. Arrived sometime by 11pm, but they had closed registration by 9:30. Found Mistress Lynn’s Viking Vinnebago. We were greeted warmly by Tante Lynn, Larry, Dina, and all. Tents put up, portapotties and bear boxes located, off to sleep.
Sat: Woke up, found a shower, dressed and ran to catch up with guild. Well, shuffled fast. Job for the weekend was cleaning combs/brushes/clips, setting out food and sometimes feeding braiders, and rounders. That means three times a day scootling up to the end of the S-curved shire with a small barrel of water, a tankard, bats/staves and balls to the jousting/rounders field, all of the above hauled/bounced in a Radio Flyer (“begging your pardon mistress, I’ve lost my horse for my cart—have you seen it?”). Rounders is predecessor to baseball. Did get a chance to see Red Rose Morris Dancers. Honey cider much nicer than honey mead. Finally got to meet Frenchie. Ran into Scott and Brian and their turkey legs.
That night went to visit Danse Macabre camp. Found Violinsta, listened to her lesson with Teddy Barely, and spoke with Syd, one of the veteran Bones. He explained the stringing and tuning of his slung dulcimer, and his mandolin. Took the V with us to K-Mart; Teddy Barely’s air mattress had given up the ghost and V needed warm socks. Finally found the store (arrgh!) 15 minutes before closing, and bought some air rafts. (Yes, ground below tent and tarp was VERY cold, and NO, my air mattresses wasn’t any happier than BP’s.). Not sure if we would be back in time for stew with Tante, so we stopped by a Scottish pub open late. (OK, McDonalds).
Off to sleep. Wind picked WAY up. No, I mean the outside weather. Fortunately, tent well staked.
Sunday, more of the same. Got to see Sound and Fury’s production of Testaclese and the Sack of Rome. Oh yeah. After closing sing out,barelyproper and I went ‘round to meet and greet people--and let me state that security people love to be told they are lovely and appreciated. And they are very fond of hugs. In fact, a lot of people very fond of hugs and shoulder rubs.
AD & friends (pryanks and greetings to Sierra & Alise, pardon spelling) came to the braider booth to visit, as well as some other members of Red Rose (moondanceminx, ribbin). We closed down the braider booth for the weekend and struck our tents. BP’s left hers up; Tante stayed in Tahoe the following week in the Vinnebago. (Yep, through the June snowfall). We all decided to caravan back to Davis for dinner. Along the way, some of us opt for feeding frenzy a bit sooner—BP and I, Ribbin & Minx, and Violinista opted for food in Placerville. We ended up entertaining the staff of Placerville Sizzler, who let us stay after closing. (What is this charismatic effect we have on the wait staff of restaurants?)
AD drove back to Davis with the responsibility of entertaining two lovely blondes. (sucks to be AD, don’t it!?).
Just because I haven't even posted these in my own private diary. Will at least get them noted HERE. Of no particular interest, but just to keep track.
Wed, June 1, stayed at Giggle Manor. Stephano and Mr. Giggles fled for their lives after discovering that Mrs. and I both enjoy hearing 35 year old Shel Silverstein children songs. Mr. Giggles finally returned late that evening, in hopes that the CD player might have imploded.
The sleepover was ostensibly to help pack household while having deep conversation w/Mrs. Instead, went food shopping, Mrs. learned the ancient art of acorn squash and sausage, and we just had deep conversations. So deep that Mrs. Giggles may decide to wear waders next time. Took bus back to work the next morning.
Thurs June 2—Train home, grabbed car, drove back to Davis. Trust me, this made more sense. After pryactice on campus, to Pluto’s. The Peatmoss Sidhe came along, for her last Afters. During the course of the evening, eating, lessons in flirting, tickling and finger suckling, the ladies at the back table at Pluto’s began warbling old Irish songs. Peatmoss, Giggles,
agengrgal, barelyproper. Eventually we moved the songs outside, when Pluto’s needed to close up. Somewhere moved into 70’s ballads and up tempo soul-pop. And sometime outside, piritorce joined in. Later, when I drove Peatmoss home, she remarked wistfully that she wished all our get-togethers had been like that. Reminded her of parties with family and friends—all come together with instruments, to sing and dance. Had to agree. While driving her home, kept thinking of folk, ballad, pop, jazz and show tunes I would love to hear from local throats. Friday June 3—Already arranged to drive to Tahoe with
barelyproper. During day, got a call from BP asking if we could bring ailurodragon along. Done. Got off an hour early from work, drove to store to buy last minutes, then to BP’s home. Met her roommates, the cat, the doves, the chickens, and the mulberry tree. I love it. Pack in BP’s stuff, then off to AD’s where he was still unpacking regular and faire garb. Fortunately, BP brought mulberries and fresh baked cookies, so we gnarfled down some munchies. Met AD’s roommate, indigowombat--very nice. And patient.Off to the co-op to get veggies. BP and I were attending as part of the hair braider’s guild; had offered to bring extra veggies for nibbling braiders. And wanted snacks for weekend. (Had not yet sunk in you can’t keep snackies in a tent in Tahoe.) Grabbed a mango slurpie for AD, which we all shared and zipped up the road. Faster than I thought. Arrived sometime by 11pm, but they had closed registration by 9:30. Found Mistress Lynn’s Viking Vinnebago. We were greeted warmly by Tante Lynn, Larry, Dina, and all. Tents put up, portapotties and bear boxes located, off to sleep.
Sat: Woke up, found a shower, dressed and ran to catch up with guild. Well, shuffled fast. Job for the weekend was cleaning combs/brushes/clips, setting out food and sometimes feeding braiders, and rounders. That means three times a day scootling up to the end of the S-curved shire with a small barrel of water, a tankard, bats/staves and balls to the jousting/rounders field, all of the above hauled/bounced in a Radio Flyer (“begging your pardon mistress, I’ve lost my horse for my cart—have you seen it?”). Rounders is predecessor to baseball. Did get a chance to see Red Rose Morris Dancers. Honey cider much nicer than honey mead. Finally got to meet Frenchie. Ran into Scott and Brian and their turkey legs.
That night went to visit Danse Macabre camp. Found Violinsta, listened to her lesson with Teddy Barely, and spoke with Syd, one of the veteran Bones. He explained the stringing and tuning of his slung dulcimer, and his mandolin. Took the V with us to K-Mart; Teddy Barely’s air mattress had given up the ghost and V needed warm socks. Finally found the store (arrgh!) 15 minutes before closing, and bought some air rafts. (Yes, ground below tent and tarp was VERY cold, and NO, my air mattresses wasn’t any happier than BP’s.). Not sure if we would be back in time for stew with Tante, so we stopped by a Scottish pub open late. (OK, McDonalds).
Off to sleep. Wind picked WAY up. No, I mean the outside weather. Fortunately, tent well staked.
Sunday, more of the same. Got to see Sound and Fury’s production of Testaclese and the Sack of Rome. Oh yeah. After closing sing out,
barelyproper and I went ‘round to meet and greet people--and let me state that security people love to be told they are lovely and appreciated. And they are very fond of hugs. In fact, a lot of people very fond of hugs and shoulder rubs. AD & friends (pryanks and greetings to Sierra & Alise, pardon spelling) came to the braider booth to visit, as well as some other members of Red Rose (
moondanceminx, ribbin). We closed down the braider booth for the weekend and struck our tents. BP’s left hers up; Tante stayed in Tahoe the following week in the Vinnebago. (Yep, through the June snowfall). We all decided to caravan back to Davis for dinner. Along the way, some of us opt for feeding frenzy a bit sooner—BP and I, Ribbin & Minx, and Violinista opted for food in Placerville. We ended up entertaining the staff of Placerville Sizzler, who let us stay after closing. (What is this charismatic effect we have on the wait staff of restaurants?)AD drove back to Davis with the responsibility of entertaining two lovely blondes. (sucks to be AD, don’t it!?).
