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oakenguyAnd now, the events of the weekend.
FRIDAY: the birthday blowout bash. I discover that bourbon & coke + guinness + jager (separate drinks in separate bars, folks, I'm not THAT cruel to my stomach) gives me the walk, if not the looks and talent, of Jack Sparrow. And that the top of my head seems to fascinate scary-looking drunks. PROFESSIONAL drunks. (I quote: "Mmmbummbu heroin mmmbumm pixies! mmmb fucked up inner fuckin arms mmmmjunk you mmmm mean?") That's before the scorpion bowl. And the singing. I seem to remember singing. Hopefully my friends were too drunk to remember.
SATURDAY: First day of Pirate Faire. The remnants of Hurricane Ivan hits. I am wandering around the Danvers Target at 8:27AM, hungover, my tongue feeling like it's swollen to twice its normal size, desperately looking for a pair of shoes for my costume (long story. Mice made a home in the old pair. Okay, maybe not so long) when I get the call--the rain's so bad they're cancelling the show for the day. ("There are ducks swimming in the parking lot" was the way it was phrased. A bad break for the show, and the people who can't make it Sunday; a reprieve for me. I rest and heal.
SUNDAY: The Faire! Torture! Pirates! Rodents of all shapes and sizes! That'll be in the next post, after I've downloaded my pics. ;)
FRIDAY: the birthday blowout bash. I discover that bourbon & coke + guinness + jager (separate drinks in separate bars, folks, I'm not THAT cruel to my stomach) gives me the walk, if not the looks and talent, of Jack Sparrow. And that the top of my head seems to fascinate scary-looking drunks. PROFESSIONAL drunks. (I quote: "Mmmbummbu heroin mmmbumm pixies! mmmb fucked up inner fuckin arms mmmmjunk you mmmm mean?") That's before the scorpion bowl. And the singing. I seem to remember singing. Hopefully my friends were too drunk to remember.
SATURDAY: First day of Pirate Faire. The remnants of Hurricane Ivan hits. I am wandering around the Danvers Target at 8:27AM, hungover, my tongue feeling like it's swollen to twice its normal size, desperately looking for a pair of shoes for my costume (long story. Mice made a home in the old pair. Okay, maybe not so long) when I get the call--the rain's so bad they're cancelling the show for the day. ("There are ducks swimming in the parking lot" was the way it was phrased. A bad break for the show, and the people who can't make it Sunday; a reprieve for me. I rest and heal.
SUNDAY: The Faire! Torture! Pirates! Rodents of all shapes and sizes! That'll be in the next post, after I've downloaded my pics. ;)
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Date: 2004-09-20 05:42 pm (UTC)Re:Jack Sparrow
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Date: 2004-09-20 07:50 pm (UTC)Really, even 100 would have been enough. But no, MIT went and made 1000.
Which, when you think about it, is kind of mind-blowing. I'm no glassblower, but you can't tell me that by Pumpkin 713 the craftsfolk weren't starting to get a little sick of them. Usually that's when folks start to go a bit nutty, like, "I put two blobs on the bottoms for legs, and two blobs on the sides for arms, and look! It's the Koolaid Man!" But no. Their iron discipline held.
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Date: 2004-09-21 01:03 pm (UTC)Scorpion bowls
Date: 2004-09-22 07:31 am (UTC)Glad to hear you had a good time, but, be wary of Scorpion bowls. My last encounter with them inspired some impromptu dancing, followed by an unfortunate cranial re-enactment of certain aspects of Newtonian physics on the part of my lovely partner. Our social relationship never recovered.