The weeks that whiz
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temperance14Going to get this posted and finished to complete the thought, so I don't forget, because I'm AR, and because it's almost midnight and I'm half asleep.
Actually had the Friday before off. Call from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
barelyproper: can we transport ribbin. Yep, and his little drum Toto, too. Arrived later in the afternoon than I hoped, but earlier than last week. Picked up the Bear, hauled tushie to Ribbin's. Met the RibbenRoommate (A, not R), who was working on her final paper. Agreed to take Ribbin in exchange for vanilla bean ice cream. While Bearly and I got pre-trip dessert, Ribbin made a cloak pin for my army blanket.
Hit the road, coaxed bit of life story out of Ribben. Ate, and stopped along the way near sunset to admire the whitewater flow and form of a small river---so much of the landscape I missed in the dark last time. So, so beautiful. I need to see this area more often. Only saw this area before on the way to weddings, years ago. Never had a chance to see it slowly, in quiet stops.
Found bagels through the powers of flirtation, and creamcheese and other morning goodness.
Arrived at Camp Richardson, found the Viking Vomen's Vinnebago, and awaited the arrival of Violinista, her Valentine, Fearless Leader (does she have an LJ?), andmoondanceminx. FL's family have a cabin, and we would be sleeping there for the weekend.
We pause now for this appreciation identification: WHEEEEEEEE!!!! HOT SHOWERS!!!!!
thenk yew.
While Ribbin entertained some with knot tying, the rest carried on spirited conversation until we received word near 11pm that the rest of the explorers had arrived. Note: swap glug and glugvine recipes.
Lovely cabin. Warm cabin. Heated, carpeted, blankets on bunkbeds, hot showers, indoor toilets. Oops. Indoor running toilets. Sorry.
Awoke a bit late next morning, but rested. Dressed, ate aforementioned morning goodness and hot tea. Stuff all in cars, register. Same as last week: wash combs, set out munchies, run rounder wagon through the shire. Got braided by Tiffany of braider's booth--THANK YOU!!
That night, ran for the cabin to run to Harvey's in Tahoe for buffet with Red Rose Morris. Oops. Found out Harvey's is $19 or 29 per person. Up the street to Horizon's---but not before astounding, astonishing, and generally confusing and discombobalating the denizens of Harvey's casino. Bearly Proper found the mirrors on the ceiling of the casino--hell, we both did. Oooh, shiny people.
And Scott of Red Rose showed that very quiet people can have very snarky folks hidden inside.
Scott, who intoned in his best PA system voice just outside of the posh Harvey's buffet:
"Donner Party, table for 12.....Donner Party, table for 11.....Donner Party, table for 10......."
Sarah the Tall, MoonDanceMinx, and Self discovered that you can march three abreast through the parking lot of Harvey's (which makes 6 breasts in cadence), but you have to break ranks to follow a Teddy Bearly honing in on a buffet route. We discovered that all of us, male and female giggle a hell of a lot, even at high altitudes and hunger. And lots of pretty colored lights to stare at and walk on.
And the manager of the Horizons buffet is a charming flirt, and BarelyProper nearly met her match. Or as she put it, "when I grow up and become a man, I'll be just like him!". His name is Rick, he's charming, and I think would need just a small push to cut loose and become weekend Faire Folk.
Cream puffs and soft serve ice cream in the buffet line. Lovely time meeting bay area Morris folk.
Back at the cabin slow late night talks and chats by the fire. Wish this could be done every night with friends.
Sunday as before. Got to see the Queen observe the Dance of the Maiden's Prayer. Our Red Rose folk not only dance sprightly and well, but play to the crowd---pryank, pryank, pryank. Shows have been very well received.
Closed the booth, closed the cabin---our part of the conga line stopped in Placerville for dinner. Thank you to Ribbin for driving when I was obviously too sleepy. Anselm and Barely sang Irish and English folk for about half the journey. While Anselm slept, Barely sang and I attempted some crooning. Told her of songs I would like to hear sung (will attempt to post that later in the week if I remember) by some of our Pryanksters. She knew all the folk and Irish---I threw in suggestions for classic jazz and older blues. Must teach BP the words to "Freight Train" by Elizabeth Cotten.
Home again home again, sleepity snooze by 2am.
Actually had the Friday before off. Call from
barelyproper: can we transport ribbin. Yep, and his little drum Toto, too. Arrived later in the afternoon than I hoped, but earlier than last week. Picked up the Bear, hauled tushie to Ribbin's. Met the RibbenRoommate (A, not R), who was working on her final paper. Agreed to take Ribbin in exchange for vanilla bean ice cream. While Bearly and I got pre-trip dessert, Ribbin made a cloak pin for my army blanket. Hit the road, coaxed bit of life story out of Ribben. Ate, and stopped along the way near sunset to admire the whitewater flow and form of a small river---so much of the landscape I missed in the dark last time. So, so beautiful. I need to see this area more often. Only saw this area before on the way to weddings, years ago. Never had a chance to see it slowly, in quiet stops.
Found bagels through the powers of flirtation, and creamcheese and other morning goodness.
Arrived at Camp Richardson, found the Viking Vomen's Vinnebago, and awaited the arrival of Violinista, her Valentine, Fearless Leader (does she have an LJ?), and
moondanceminx. FL's family have a cabin, and we would be sleeping there for the weekend. We pause now for this appreciation identification: WHEEEEEEEE!!!! HOT SHOWERS!!!!!
thenk yew.
While Ribbin entertained some with knot tying, the rest carried on spirited conversation until we received word near 11pm that the rest of the explorers had arrived. Note: swap glug and glugvine recipes.
Lovely cabin. Warm cabin. Heated, carpeted, blankets on bunkbeds, hot showers, indoor toilets. Oops. Indoor running toilets. Sorry.
Awoke a bit late next morning, but rested. Dressed, ate aforementioned morning goodness and hot tea. Stuff all in cars, register. Same as last week: wash combs, set out munchies, run rounder wagon through the shire. Got braided by Tiffany of braider's booth--THANK YOU!!
That night, ran for the cabin to run to Harvey's in Tahoe for buffet with Red Rose Morris. Oops. Found out Harvey's is $19 or 29 per person. Up the street to Horizon's---but not before astounding, astonishing, and generally confusing and discombobalating the denizens of Harvey's casino. Bearly Proper found the mirrors on the ceiling of the casino--hell, we both did. Oooh, shiny people.
And Scott of Red Rose showed that very quiet people can have very snarky folks hidden inside.
Scott, who intoned in his best PA system voice just outside of the posh Harvey's buffet:
"Donner Party, table for 12.....Donner Party, table for 11.....Donner Party, table for 10......."
Sarah the Tall, MoonDanceMinx, and Self discovered that you can march three abreast through the parking lot of Harvey's (which makes 6 breasts in cadence), but you have to break ranks to follow a Teddy Bearly honing in on a buffet route. We discovered that all of us, male and female giggle a hell of a lot, even at high altitudes and hunger. And lots of pretty colored lights to stare at and walk on.
And the manager of the Horizons buffet is a charming flirt, and BarelyProper nearly met her match. Or as she put it, "when I grow up and become a man, I'll be just like him!". His name is Rick, he's charming, and I think would need just a small push to cut loose and become weekend Faire Folk.
Cream puffs and soft serve ice cream in the buffet line. Lovely time meeting bay area Morris folk.
Back at the cabin slow late night talks and chats by the fire. Wish this could be done every night with friends.
Sunday as before. Got to see the Queen observe the Dance of the Maiden's Prayer. Our Red Rose folk not only dance sprightly and well, but play to the crowd---pryank, pryank, pryank. Shows have been very well received.
Closed the booth, closed the cabin---our part of the conga line stopped in Placerville for dinner. Thank you to Ribbin for driving when I was obviously too sleepy. Anselm and Barely sang Irish and English folk for about half the journey. While Anselm slept, Barely sang and I attempted some crooning. Told her of songs I would like to hear sung (will attempt to post that later in the week if I remember) by some of our Pryanksters. She knew all the folk and Irish---I threw in suggestions for classic jazz and older blues. Must teach BP the words to "Freight Train" by Elizabeth Cotten.
Home again home again, sleepity snooze by 2am.
