Maryland Meet 4.0 [F]
marian_debor...@washcoll.edu
We arrived at the resteraunt 90 minutes early. Whoops.
So, we drove around and got back to the resteraunt a mere 25 minutes early in
time to meet Mary Susannah.
There was eating of appetizers, talking of the SCA, explaining fandom and filk
to Cliff, eating of real food, and eventually getting kicked out of the
resteraunt, whence we went to the IHOP. (Well they didn't really kick us out,
just kept *looking* our way and clearing their throats . . . )
I'm really half dead caffeinated tired right now, so maybe someone else can do
the comprehensive meet report. I'm just posting the quote file.
(and wouldn't you know, I cannot find where I put the slips of paper from the
fortune cookies, much fun was had with these . . . durn it! I swear I had
them in my purse . . . Mary, did you end up taking them after all?)
Okay:
Tracy: There's too much cream.
Tamar: Then there was the year we had the plague.
Marian: We'll stick our heads in the oven . . .
Tamar: They'd already declared it a federal disaster area twice that week.
Waiter: We're trying to figure out how to warm up the milk. (Tamar ordered
warm milk at the IHOP. Just warm milk. Apparently, they weren't capable of
producing this easily . . . )
Tamar: See Dick, I'm not the only one who cringes and clings to the door
handle.
Tamar: And I kind of just lay there on the floor and vibrated.
Tracy: I have a bad sense of smell!
Cliff: My hand hasn't fallen off yet.
Tamar: What are these things we're eating?
Mary: Chocolate covered coffee beans.
Tamar: Oh my god!
Tamar: That was the year I discovered how warm a poncho could be.
Marian: Then the thermos started to melt.
Marian: Look! <pointing at the table in front of Mary> Chocolate coated
things. Tamar: And coated chocolate things. <holding up her own largesse>
Tracy: <holding hers> Things coated with chocolate coated with things coated
with chocolate mixed with things.
Cliff: It is a hear attack waiting to happen.
Tamar: Cheese coated in grease and deep fried with things.
Cliff: It says two *big* scoops of ice cream.
Marian: My calculator has a screen saver.
Mary: At this point, I'm not daring to take out the other package.
Tracy: Six inches!
Marian: I thought it was nine.
Tamar: No, you see the ruler they used was . . .
Cliff: Well, you're a better man than me Richard.
Marian: I have velcro hair.
Mary: Protect the innocent. Just change the names around.
Dick: That was a real floppy.
Tamar: 8 1/2 inch disks . . . they had to be, so they could hold 100k
Cliff: I remember the movable disks first coming out.
Cliff: They're not compatible.
Tamar: I bet they had a dry mouth the next day.
Marian: Blood! It does a body good.
Dick: We don't normally act like this.
Tamar: No wonder you've got afpthma.
(I think that pun was uncalled for, and still do . . . )
Mary: It doesn't seem to be working.
At one point, we figured out the statistical percentages and ratios of number
of flavored syrups on the table.
This came out to 18.75% strawberry syrup, 18.75% butter pecan syrup, 25% old
fashioned syrup, 37.5% blueberry syrup. We think there may be a trend forming
here.
Okay, quote file done, someone else post some more interesting stuff, and cc
it to me since I don't get the group real easily . . .
-M
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Cliff
marian_debor...@washcoll.edu wrote in message
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>Okay, quote file done, someone else post some more interesting stuff,
and cc
>it to me since I don't get the group real easily . . .
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I certify that the quote file is accurate except for the bits made up
and other
stuff left out.
The day was bright, sunny, and cold as only a damp
icy wind can make a day that was otherwise warm for
the time of year.
The meet began as I was coming back from Wilmington,
Delaware, having turned down a sheeps' eyeball contract if
ever there was one. I realized I was going to be early to
meet Marian.
So I watched some geese, egrets (maybe they were some
other white, stupid birds standing knee deep in icy cold
mud when there was nice dry ground not ten feet away),
spaniel chasing geese, small children dressed in full
snowsuits that gave them less mobility than a tortoise
on its back in the center of a highway, and other fauna
that winter on the Delmarva peninsula, which is where I was.
Then I drove around Washington College.
It has a lovely campus. It's men's lacrosse team was 1998
champions, which is impressive.
There was no chance to discover what makes Washington
College different from other liberal arts colleges. The
small liberal arts colleges, as a group, balance the
baleful influence of the huge degree factories and
keep America human. <fx wave flag>
<fx toot horn>
This is the sort of college one goes to if one is
tired of being educated and would rather really
learn.
Before this drive along the peninsula, 100% of the time,
the drive has taken two hours and a bit owing to some
collision, ice, snow, or suicidal lunatic on the bridge.
So erring on the side of being a little early, I met
Marian at 4:15.
<fx violins>
The drive from Washington College to Riverdale Maryland,
where the restaurant is, was unimpeded and uninterrupted.
That itself is unprecedented and earns a permanent mark
in the record books. Marian is quite a fascinating
conversationalist and completely justified my decision to
attend this meet rather than get Samba to work.
<fx kazoos>
Finding the restaurant was easier than I expected. It
happened to be exactly where the Dick's directions
said it would be. This uncanny accuracy was suspicious.
What could it mean? What kind of people was I getting
myself involved with? Would hedgehogs be involved?
And Why hedgehogs? Why not porcupines? Or, as
Shakespeare named them, porpentines?
Anyway, I was 90 minutes early. Better than being
90 minutes late. All the chocolate would have been
gone.
<fx tubas>
With 90 minutes to spare, I was at a loss to entertain my
guest. The clubs are really not suitable, and it has been
too long since I worked in that part of town that I no
longer remembered the location of the pool halls and one
chess hall. (I checked. It has moved.) There was bound to be
lots happening at the University of Maryland, but I didn't know
what. So we drove and talked. This seemed acceptable. Marian
did not mind talking, and I did not mind driving.
<fx brass section in full gallop>
We settled into the restaurant and Mary soon joined us
followed eventually by Tamar, Dick and the guest of
honor <fx fan fare> Tracy.
Dick and Tamar chose the restaurant well. It had good service,
excellent food, and polite wait staff that good naturedly indulged
us.
<fx gunshots (this is the DC area) >
Conversation was lively and intelligent. Fun too.
Not once did we talk about politics, Monica and Bill or
the Super Bowl. What a blessed relief.
<fx kazoo, definitely kazoo>
It was proving to be an extremely pleasant dinner party
until the girls brought out the chocolates. Oh, lordy!
Take a table full of hyper-intelligent, vivacious young
ladies and add chocolate covered coffee beans, and
chocolate covered chocolate and be prepared for an
adventure that sets a new mind velocity records.
<fx pipe organ - ominous music>
I do have one complaint. The International House of
Pancakes supplied us a table for a couple of hours but
that is all.
The least poisonous of their offerings
was advertised as an Apple Crisp with two big
scoops of ice cream. Bravely I ordered it because
you have to order something for taking over a table
and an Apple Crisp might be something edible.
It turned out to be mush. Mush made of sugar, cinnamon
and sugar. The two big scoops of ice cream turned
out to be microscopic dabs of ice milk which is
entirely different from ice cream and even
yuckier than frozen yogurt.
There wasn't enough ice cream there even to throw
and after the first itty bitty taste I was sure not
going to do anything else with it. I considered offering
it to someone else, but none of them had made me
mad enough.
<fx cowboy riding into the sunset music>
All too soon, the evening ended and we all went our
separate ways, until next time, next place when
Maryland AFPers meet again.
--
Cliff
Brett Dixon
> <fx cowboy riding into the sunset music>
> All too soon, the evening ended and we all went our
> separate ways, until next time, next place when
> Maryland AFPers meet again.
Dang! And i'll be in Maryland Housesitting next week!
--
Brett Dixon | AFPiance to the lovely Ańejo.
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