Last weekend, Allison hosted another glorious party in the Back of Nowhere.
Although there was not a single dog in sight, we managed to find things to talk about in between bites of chocolate.
I enjoyed running up and down hills, finding excellent bargains at the town rummage sale, swimming in a gorgeous lake surrounded by trees, picking blueberries with young C, eating chocolate, and most of all, chatting with friends I don't see often enough.
During one of those conversations, I discovered that I had both sung and played for a sniggler wedding that I couldn't attend, through the magic of technology.
Did I mention that there was chocolate?
Viva l'otessa!
Elissa
-- "Welcome to heaven; here's your harp and tuning key." "Welcome to hell; here's your harp."
-- Piglet, pig...@piglet.org "That may be YOUR point. MY point is to live each moment so as to maximize the amount of complaining that can be done about said moment, after the fact. It's not as easy as it looks." --jankplus
>Last weekend, Allison hosted another glorious party in the Back of Nowhere.
Thank you :)
It was well attended, and therefore a terrific party. Thank you, everyone who came. Sorry to miss those who couldn't make it. We will have to make up for that later.
Someone got some cool dresses. And maybe left her pantses? I swapped sunglasses with someone else. The ones I've got now are really more her style than mine; perhaps I shall make a new fashion statement with them. Someone else got their pantses back. ("Just what kind of a party was this?")
Mmmm. Strongbow. Shared the remaining can with the carpenter and another friend this evening. Thanks!
I made another guest jittery over train connections. Bad hostess. No biscuit. But salty plum candy instead, so I, at least, *win.*
>Although there was not a single dog in sight,
The dogs were definitely missed. Though perhaps not by Mouse. We will have to remedy this next year.
The knitting was down to a quiet sideline, too, but quite dazzling nonetheless.
>we managed to find things to >talk about in between bites of chocolate.
I am happy to report that I am not allergic to chocolate.
Speaking of chocolate that I am not allergic to, there were not one, but two separate batches of dark chocolate covered ginger. That isn't all gone yet. Mmmmmm.
And in a non sequitor typical of this post, does anyone remember how to make a cd from itunes? I've done it three or four times, but with many months to a year in between and I always forget. Got a klezmer request. Speaking of music, the microphone is decidedly *not* missed. But the watering can is useful.
Sourdough. Wow. Oh! Keep forgetting to pass the beasties along... that should happen tomorrow.
>I enjoyed running up and down hills, finding excellent bargains at the town >rummage sale, swimming in a gorgeous lake surrounded by trees, picking >blueberries with young C, eating chocolate, and most of all, chatting with >friends I don't see often enough.
Unlike previous boinks, I was pretty much fried before this one started. Thankfully, everyone knows how to run BoN by now. So perhaps no one noticed my non-state. I had a great time anyway. Who wouldn't, with such company?
>During one of those conversations, I discovered that I had both sung and >played for a sniggler wedding that I couldn't attend, through the magic of >technology.
The magic of technology also allowed the rest of us to witness a small part of said wedding. And other weddings. And flaming pianos being flung across fields.
New boink activity: checking youtube. Or just email. Pix to follow, probably on fb.
>Did I mention that there was chocolate?
My amazing carpenter discovered the chocolate covered oreos today (who brought those dangerous things?? as if I didn't know). Carpenter was happy, and it's a very good thing to keep the carpenter happy.
I've still missed out on some commentary. Let's see: cherries and chocolate brownie-things and 'other halves', people in the background who make everything work, trebuchet planners, builders and launchers, and the delivery crew for the postmaster's raspberry tart. There!
No, wait. Forgot Bird, five Matildas, five Ermengards, three Fridas, three Inigos, six Duckducks, and nine banties including Punkchick. Fuzzypants, as many of you know, thumbed his beak at BoN and was partying down at Chickie Valhalla, instead.
Now, who have I missed?
>Viva l'otessa!
Just the other day I was telling one of my younger crowd how I had no problem reading books or seeing series out of sequence, because I cut my eye teeth on usenet in a time when posts showed up minutes, hours, days, or even weeks late. So lacking context or basic comprehension is no problem. I just wait to (maybe) be enlightened later.
> on 27 Jul 2009 17:37:38 -0400, ElissaAnn stated:
>>Last weekend, Allison hosted another glorious party in the Back of >>Nowhere.
> Thank you :)
> It was well attended, and therefore a terrific party. Thank > you, everyone who came. Sorry to miss those who couldn't make > it. We will have to make up for that later.
> Someone got some cool dresses. And maybe left her pantses?
I know about the dresses, but am ignorant as to the pantses. Did my running watch show up?
[snip]
> Now, who have I missed?
I missed a farm animal and a brat, to name two right off the top of my head. (I'll think of others as soon as I hit send, the usenet equivalent of remembering the perfect ripost in the middle of the night, hours after the party.)
>>Viva l'otessa!
> Just the other day I was telling one of my younger crowd how I > had no problem reading books or seeing series out of sequence, > because I cut my eye teeth on usenet in a time when posts showed > up minutes, hours, days, or even weeks late. So lacking context > or basic comprehension is no problem. I just wait to (maybe) > be enlightened later.
It was you (l'otessa), who enlightened our lives.
Elissa
-- "Who doesn't look good with a harp?" -- Anya, Season 6
>"Allison Turner-" <beton...@sover.net> wrote in message >news:h4luoj0kct@drn.newsguy.com... >> on 27 Jul 2009 17:37:38 -0400, ElissaAnn stated: >> Someone got some cool dresses. And maybe left her pantses?
>I know about the dresses, but am ignorant as to the pantses.
Hm. Black. Perhaps your size (not mine). Maybe they're Courntey's.
>Did my >running watch show up?
Ahah! Just went to check the car, and there it was, merrily countingdown the nanoseconds (53:59:blur). Just found the "stop" button at 54:09:(.?)93. Email me your address and I'll pop it in a mailbox.
>[snip]
>> Now, who have I missed?
>I missed a farm animal and a brat, to name two right off the top of my >head.
Well yes. Definitely. And numerous others including a brash blonde with rambunctious puppies. That pilot didn't put in an appearance, despite the threat to divebomb us, neither. I guess that's my fault, for refusing to divulge the GPS coords. And what's with that fool's gold dude, missing the *trebuchet*, of all things.
Anyway, many were missed. *sniff*
I wonder what the perfect date would be next year, so that we can get them all here?
>(I'll think of others as soon as I hit send, the usenet equivalent >of remembering the perfect ripost in the middle of the night, hours after >the party.)
>>>Viva l'otessa!
>> [...] I just wait to (maybe) >> be enlightened later.
>It was you (l'otessa), who enlightened our lives.
Oh - *dropped* letters. Why didn't I think of that? And thanks :)
Well, a great time was had by all. Even the unusual lack of dogs failed to dampen spirits. Or the somewhat heavy downpours. Other than the occasional feline jailbreak or trebuchet misfire, all went according to plan.
Every BoN offers something new, and this one offered a cabin, a hostess-on-the-roof photo op, and, of course, the trebuchet. Memories of boinks past- the sculpture has been re-certified as a eco-friendly "snake habitat". Come to find out, where there's one hummingbird, there's three.
Food was resplendent and frequent; I'm not sure what all the types of cheeses were, but the ones I sampled were piquant and tasty. Was one supposed to eat the rind, or discard it? Is the rind the best part? or should it be set aside for the chickens? Or not? No garlic for chickens, that I remember. Can you feed chickens those little hot peppers and get a head start on some General Tso's?
Just in case, there were usually two or more EMTs on the premises, although no ambulance was available this year. Despite the possibility of Chocolate Overdose, no medical intervention was actually required.
The trip to the Roomie's Place of Employment was fascinating, many delightful used books to regret having no time to read. Nice to see that a small city can support so *many* used bookstores.
The screaming baby in the local coffeeshop made us glad to return to boink central and the Microphone of Evil.
I'm sure I'm leaving out a lot, but it's already becoming somewhat of a blur.
It was great seeing everybody who made it, sorry to miss those who didn't make it, and goodbye and see you soon to those I missed saying goodbye to.
-- PB "I suspect you're an arrogant little pissant who grew up in the Red Bull generation." - CJW
Yeah, right. If I am the fluff I want to see in the world we've got big trouble.
Let me just say that there is nothing like liquid nitrogen for pleasing a four-year-old (either actual or the one inside most of us).
The trebuchet was really great, and I hope it's still there next year so it can be tinkered with.
Lots of yummy food, only a few people seriously inconvenienced by C's complete lack of personal-space understanding, great-looking cabin shell, interesting weather, delightful rummage sale (my apologies for the microphone of evil; I had thought it had an off switch...)
paul hoping the sourdoughs are happy in their new homes
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