Md part Sette...Invasion Weekend, Of course it's long! Jeez
Ptp grad
to my earlier prediction…it was…Interesting.
THE ARRIVAL
Well, I got home later than normal, between the normal Friday traffic, the
holiday weekend traffic and the boat show traffic. I got home about 35 minutes
later than planned. As I open the door with all of my bags I look up to see a
man in a fedora, fishnets, tailcoat and hawaiian shirt. Gee, Kalani, I was
expecting something outrageous. I then see a man dressed entirely in burnt
orange with a puppy butt head (I will explain later) and they both come to hug
me, I tell them to wait as I unload my stuff, and then squeeze the stuffins out
of them both. Hiding behind them are Liz, the Renn faire junkie, Xandriel, Tom
and Gareth. I hug them all, (even Xan eventually. Ever notice when you live
with someone all the time you forget to give them hugs that you would often
give them if they just visited. We have to remedy that) and we begin to
organize dinner, we exchange gifties. Yes, I DO own a copy of Testaclese and
the Sack of Rome now (yes Richard, your tape is coming, too. Well after your
tape, SOMETHING is!). I spend much of the eve rubbing Eric's head because with
the stubble on it, it reminds me of a fuzzy puppy dog butt. He finds me
VAGUELY amusing. It begins to get late as we hear a knock on the door, I go
running expecting our other house guest and see two people I don't know. John
and Gayle from Colorado, a pleasure indeed. We try to explain Stupina to
people when I realize I brought the mask home to repair and can show them. Tom
has such a knack for hitting her triggers and we play for a few minutes. I
tried to climb a feather duster…don't go there. Another knock. THIS time it
IS Rick. More introductions and greetings, and then Roy and Kate Cox of the
Freelancers arrive. Gareth, Rick, Kalani and one other male ( I think it was
Eric, not Tom) go out on the deck to have "boy talk" and it is suddenly 10pm,
time for me to go to bed so I can sleep enough for the performances the next
day. And rest well I do.
RAIN?!?! RAIN!!!!!!!
OK, so it was drizzling the day before, it was supposed to stop. As I drive to
site, the windshield wipers are working overtime. GRRRRRRrrrrrr. I turn on
the radio. On and off showers and drizzle till early afternoon. UGH!!! I HAVE
to have no rain. In my head I begin to picture having to fit ALL the otters
attending on the stage with us at 12:30 as we do our mini version of the show
for rain days. AACCKKK. To site and to stretch I notice the cramping foot of
the day before is really sore. Stretch carefully and look at the rain and
growl some more. As I am about to go to morning meeting, the rain miraculously
stops and goes pretty much away for the day. Whew!!!
OTTERS OTTERS EVERY WHERE AND NOT A DROP TO DRINK
Well, that isn't exactly true. But they WERE everywhere. I ran out to give the
official list to the will call gate (sorry to whomever got there BEFORE I did).
Met Trinity with her pumpkins and dip, saw Norm in shiny burgonet, and no one
from my household. The show begins and as I run screaming through the crowd
yelling "Make way for the King, you must to make way!" I see the household gang
all at the back of the crowd. Whew, they did make it on time. The gates are
open and the fun begins! We go to our usual spot to hawk the show in advance.
It was quite a unique perspective as we got to see each wave of otters as they
arrived. I also am up on the cart so I saw them in the distance. Some I call
to from the cart, some I hug AT the cart, and for Morghana and Wulfie, I jump
down from the cart to give huge smooshy hugs. Welcome and welcome back you
two! Well, I am working and must continue to hawk as everyone heads for Xan
then K. Dopita. I run off to deliver the preparations for my romance war hit
(which I have been told went fabulously) and am informed a rose seller is
looking for me as I begin to set up my lunch. Mouser arrives with a little
pouch and the message that anticipation is everything. A lovely necklace with
amber on it is gifted to me. I am approached by our favorite poof and impress
him enough that he hits dirt and moans a lot. And I never touched him. EG.
Then to my lunch with the boys. Now I don't know if any of the regulars
noticed, but the Mayor looked a bit different on Saturday. Our normal mayor
had other commitments so last year's French King stepped in as Collier
Remmington. It was really odd to suddenly have a "long time lover" who I never
worked off of. Timing was different, opening gate was very different, it was a
nice challenge since I never knew what was going to happen. I was informed
that he and Edina were trying to make me jealous by "making out" on site as a
huge bit, but I never saw them. Well, lets clarify that. Columbina never saw
them, Stupina did. And she didn't care, she had much more important things to
do, like climb Kate Cox's chair again.
THE AUDIENCE FROM HEAVEN
Ok, so I go backstage to start to set up the show, after initial set up, I
always make a quick run to the privies. I am almost stopped by Emerald Dragon
who seems to understand that I MUST go as I dance a little in my pantaloons,
and as I approach the top or the hill on the way, I see a crowd forming, motley
and huge. The otters are preparing to descend on the Globe for the
performance. Edward Eade, sneaky man that he is, yells otters while walking
the opposite way from the crowd. The visual of 40 heads turning in unison was
quite humourous. The on to stretch out again, and the show began. Now Todd
can tell you that I had prepared Saturday's "ad lib" over 2 weeks ago, and he
was a good boy and kept quiet…hmmm, that might deserve an ear trick. The
hanging otter (a gift from Eddie) was the other subtle recognition we thought
we could give without destroying the flow of the show. Oh, that, and
thanking "Master Dowland (where ever you are)" as I crossed myself before the
song. The show went off marvelously, though there was supposed to be a little
more fire than there was, so much for hand shaking, huh Steve? Oh, *side note
to the regulars…PLEASE, if you see a woman videotaping the show, don't say my
lines before I say them. She is video taping the show for promotional purposes
and I can't use the sound bites if the audience is quoting along with us*. I
am thrilled with the devotion and enthusiasm, but …whimper? Thank you all for
being such a marvelous audience, it really fed us!
After the show I am approached by Dan, the Master Joyner and discover his son
recently finished the same program at Dellarte that I and Todd of the
Devilini's did. Small world, huh?
THE LUNCH AND THE MOMENT
I knew that at 3:00 I needed to still be Columbina, so I waited to change into
Stupina till later. As I promised I would try to stop by the wench/rogue
lunch, I headed that way chatting with patrons. They didn't seem quite as
friendly as other days (luckily Sunday was MUCH better). At the Dragon I met
up with copious familiar faces. Was cleaned off by only one person (well I was
working and I don't drink). As Peg! arrives, the men folk (Norm/Robin
Scribner/Peter Vinton/Damon-am I missing someone?) sing to our otter lady "Peg
of my Heart" and "My Wild Irish Rose" Peg panickedly calls out, "I need a mug,
someone! I need a drink in my hands!" The gang obliged her and all was well.
Then quickly we began to pose for the groups picture. Two tables and multiple
layers after, the pics were taken. And yes Roland, you found the line and
jumped over it. Though I have to admit, there were many this weekend that
found lines and skipped across them far more often and faster than you. LOL.
I quickly visited the KJCraftworks hairsticks booth where Ralph was offered his
first ear trick. We did this in the back stairwell so as not to disturb
business. He then returned the favour, and yes, he does pass, with FLYING
colors. What was your chant again Ralph? "I love my wife, I love my wife, I
love my wife." Giggle.
Next I saw Morghana, Wulfie, Doctor, and Keetara and with my camera slipped
into his lovely wife's hands, Doc and I picked up where tradition left off. If
the pics come out, I will see myself passed out in Doc's arms. BTW, Doc, loved
the new pose.
Wit Pedrolino, I checked the dinner list and made some more adjustments to it
and noticed some space was available, so I found Peg! and told her to come,
found spaces for last minute additions and noticed that NO ONE was taking
directions to the restaurant, well, maybe a few, but I made 35 copies.( Guess
you all carpooled. ) Tom, my roommate came to the lunch briefly and he and I
did our hand kissing demonstration/contest for the crowd. It was a blast. Then
I decided the introductions were missing one person. Well, I am not sure if you
call her that, but well, heck, I do.
STUPIIIIIIINNNNAAAAAA!!!!
Behind the bar, Columbina got shoved into a bag (well, the costume did) and out
came Stupina. A gathering of otters offered to kiss her hand. And gang, that
was exhausting. I think I might even get tired of it one day. I had easily 20
hand kisses to her, and the running in circles was enough to put me away for a
while. This of course is ignoring the fact that my foot was still hurting, it
was worse on Sunday, but I tend to forget while wearing mask. Too much else to
concentrate on.
Out comes Pantalone, and Steve and I perform a section from "All for Love and
Money" for the crowd. Much silliness ensues and we begin to have lots of fun.
Stupina begins to lose focus, (she does that) and Pedrolino and Stupina begin
to wander. Stupina met Joshua (Bethany's little one) and he offered her some
candy. Since I can't eat in the mask I asked him if he could eat if for me
since I am not allowed to eat, and that would make me happy. So he got his mom
to pull out a granola bar and he opened it himself and very carefully ate a
bite and chewed it for me looking at me the whole time. I clapped and thanked
him for making me so happy. Then it was time to go out to the rest of the
faire. Stupina tried to climb the stand at Kate Cox's, and tried to clean
people, but most of the rest of the crowd seemed very unfriendly. Maybe it was
because it was damp and cool/cold. Don't know. But I was actually happy to
take her off when we got back to the Globe.
Finally, a quick bite (sweet potato fries- really Lady Fay, it is alright, I
didn't need them all, I had been offering them away already) and an orange
jules (the lemonade machine wasn't tasting right, a trifle soapy) more chatting
with some guests, and over to the pub.
WHO THE HECK IS THAT?
I feel someone scratching my head, all over. Now I am a cat at heart and when
I felt the scritchies, I began to move my head to adjust the spot, the person
moved. I turned to discover a new face, Firebow. I told him to treat me as a
cat, keep the hand still and my head will find the spot. He obliged nicely.
About that time I ear tricked a few people, especially Bethany, who has
announced to me that she is planning on becoming a lesbian now. I guess she
liked it. I also finally ear tricked Rick, who also had a pleasant response.
Suddenly we hear that Joshua had wandered off and is missing. The whole 3 to
four of us begin to search, I see another group of about 6-7 otters and tell
them Joshua is gone, the fan grows. I was so thrilled and amazed at how
quickly everyone responded. Eventually, security found him and I went about
again finding otters and informing them that the prodigal son was returned. I
saw Todd Pal(ad)ino and we said "Found" to each other in unison. Again, huzzah
to all. I was so proud of how we all reacted. And the marvelous concern we
showed to each other. You are all really a blessing.
THE FASTEST CHANGE IN THE EAST
Ok, so I had the dinner list with all the last minute additions and deletions.
I changed costume and packed as fast as I could so I could be there before the
crowd showed up to check people in if necessary. I decided to wear a skirt but
left the heels in the car till I arrived at the restaurant. I couldn't figure
out why the Otters were all hanging out outside. I put on the heels, ouch, not
the best idea on my hurt foot, but I was going to go in and sit right
away..right? WRONG. The otters tell me that the restaurant said our
reservation was at 8, I KNOW we told them 7:30. I am annoyed. They have 3-4
tables empty and the rest full of eating people. We sit the 20 or so people we
can and I go into "super Jewish Mom Hostess" mode. "Keep the aisles clear for
the waiters so they can do their job", "in the lobby or outside gang", "we need
3, table of 3 is open", "How many do we have left," "are you guys doing ok?".
In the far corner of the restaurant is a table for 4 with people with food
already wrapped, talking….and talking….and talking. There are 6 people left.
Still standing….and they are talking. I keep a large number of otters away
from them (The threats of scaring them by standing too close are shunned, there
are a number of us in garb and I don't want that kind of impression to be left
with them.) Finally at about 9:10 they leave, at that point a table for two is
opened and the 6 left people get to sit finally, including Xandriel and myself.
I present (quietly) Morghana and Wulfie their housewarming gift. The gang
presents Peg with her otter, and thanks were given to Mark for all his hard
work on the pins he made for us and to Xan and myself for being the
organization goddesses we have turned out to be. We agreed once again the
together "We give GOOD party!" More festivity and I grab my breast at Bethany.
She has decided that this is the last straw and begins to (what I think is)
kilt check me. I think, "Hell she can see the fishnets, she knows I must have
underwear, why is she putting her head under my"…that is about as far as I got.
Bomber stood up in front of me and I couldn't guess why he held his hands
out…until I felt Bethany's teeth against the back of me knee and my legs
buckled as I fell forward. Oh, my god, is all I think I could think of. But
Damn!!!! Adam is a lucky man. I gave Ralph his official eartrick blessing and
he went forth and "sinned some more." As I plan to leave, I begin to hug and
finally meet the otters not there that day. Fionna O'leary and I finally
speak, welcome to the coast. Finally it was time to go home, I must get my
rest. Home to bed and in to sleep by 10:30…that is if I can keep my mouth
shut. I was so wired I just kept talking. You guys are the best.
HEY LOOK, SUN!
Sunday, sunshine, it was gorgeous! I am back to normal as I see Collier
Remmington, the man I know and love is back to himself (giggle), and the day
proceeds as …planned? On the way down the main street, I see coming up (and
that he was) Kalani with Eric, Rick and the "ring toss Game." I am given the
rings but first allow two patrons to play, one being a little boy who really
wanted to try the game. I think that one scared Kalani, but luckily the boy
only got one. EG. I finally gave it a try and got two, then arriving is
(cough) Edina Hargrove and Tiddington's harvest queen hopeful, Serena
Rafton…sexpot. Edina tries to cheat and when I call her on it, decides she
won't play. Serena sits on Kalani's lap and says "This is a fun game…now, what
am I supposed to do with the rings?" On to lunch, and stalking/hugging the
poof again. And then to prepare for the show.
SOMETHING IS ROTTEN IN THE STAGE OF THE GLOBE
Ok, you guys don't see it, you see it as new and different. We see it as "OH MY
GOD WE SCREWED UP!!! I begin the show, I go to drop my whip and…I forgot to
put it on. I storm off the stage leaving Pedrolino there to complain about how
rotten I am when I walk back on wearing the whip. The audience loved it, I was
in focus panic. Pantalone comes out juggling his jewels, and the all fall and
roll off the stage. The audience laughs, we think "crap, how do we cover
this?" the fire didn't work at all, THANK GOD I had the whip then. The crowd
was quieter, but very fun, and that stand-in was one of the best we have had.
Of course I couldn't use the same otter line both days in a row, so this day I
went to hang myself…and didn't hear Steve's cough from offstage to signal to me
that he is ready, so I began to ramble, and y'all played. Whew, I knew I had
you there for a reason. Giggle. Finally I hear his cough and yell "This is
for your Columbina! OTTTTEEERRRRRRSSSSSS!" and there was much rejoicing.
PICTURE TIME WITH THE HOUSE OF HAIRSTICKS
Ok, so back to the Dragon and then rush to the globe to pick up Steve, then
back to the Dragon Inn. There was much rejoicing and music abounding and
frolic. I was offered chocolate (sorry, can't have it while working, the hives
are yucky), Mead and Lokki (sorry, can't have that either, not while being
physical, and I hadn't done the mask work yet) but I had fun just the same.
Listened to Women of Whimsey in the pub and then down the hill for the otter
pic at Ralph's. It all went a bit crazy from there. Stupina made her entrance
for the day and EVERYONE wanted to offer her the ring toss game. Kalani
approaches me and asks me if I want to play a game, I say sure and he shows me
the rings. I take one of them and start to show it to the patrons hugging it.
It was my new toy. Stupina is happy with just the ring, but the crowd is not.
I am next informed that the TOY goes on a STICK. OH!!!!!! Stupina then runs
about the crowd putting it on every quarter staff she can find. "LIKE THIS
STICK?" Kalani is very patiently waiting for me to tire out…I will eventually
find HIS stick…and I do, with all the terror befitting one of Stupina's thought
patterns. She eventually plays and cheats to get one on. She sees the Mayor
playing with the ferrets and plays with them and the patrons there for a bit,
the mayor goes upstairs in the booth to pose. Stupina goes inside, and out of
the windows arrives Columbina, in just her shift, "surprised by the crowd."
She and the mayor play kissy face and he is delivered a rose, which Columbina
doesn't want to give him. Then the men folk begin to play "catch the rose" to
see if I can catch a rose thrown upstairs by the rose seller. I now have two
beautiful roses. This is besides the one that the mead goddess is guarding for
me till I become Columbina again. Time to move on and Stupina comes out to
wander. Begins to play "he loves me" with one of the roses (thanks Eddie, nice
to know you care) and decide which path to take.
ON THE MOVE
Now this was the most crowded day of the season so far. The boardwalk always
gets the most crowded and the performers often forget it. Since we didn't have
a cart with us, Steve and I decide to take the heavy traveled path. It was the
right choice. Lines were making people grumpy and we tried to lighten their
spirits as they waited. Scared a few more people who weren't paying attention,
had Lord Wyatt read me some love poetry (against his will), and frolicked with
all ages. I do so love playing her.
THE LAST HUZZAH
Well, for the faire itself. I changed back into Columbina and wandered to get
something to eat again, well since before 12:00. I saw many of Eric's pieces
on new necks (jewelry you people, get real), sang a song or so near the pub
(the same song the pub was singing, don't worry Tim), had many new pictures
taken of me in somewhat compromising positions as the light grew dimmer and the
faire winded to an end. I was taken away from the crowd by a very sweet tall
man who offered me a gift that though I feel he could scarce afford it at this
time, he felt he needed to give me as a thank you. Yes, I am leaving it that
vague. But it was on my neck for 3 days after. Thank you. Dash got neck
tricked and I began to hug lots of people goodbye. The cannon went off , and I
didn't want to go. I did say good byes and went to pack and change again.
IT'S NOT OVER YET
Rushed home and waited for the rest of the gang. Then off to Mezza Notte
(after waiting forever for Gareth to get changed). A small gathering of our
household and Ray and Sharon's household. Incredible food. Learned the origin
of "flick" and tag teamed poor Ray (with Sharon's approval). I just love that
moment of utter stillness when they try to grasp reality again (and fail
miserably). Home to bed and goodbye to an incredible weekend.
JUST MISCHIEF, LOVE AND A POOF
The next morning Eric, Kalani and myself went to quickly get an oil change for
my car, 2,000 miles overdue, and expected to be on the road in about an hour.
3 ½ hours later, after the brakes and rotors were replaced, (yes, I did see
them and they DID need to be replaced) we quickly headed into DC. The poof
needed to see Jewels, and not the family kind. We went to the Smithsonian's
Gems and jewelry display. On the way we spoke of the different styles of
faires, how east and west are very different but both so wonderful because of
their differences. Of course, we had to take the obligatory pics of the great
phallus in the sky (Washington Monument) and the great erect breast (the
Capitol building) on the other side. The shutter bugs were happy. Then into
the Natural History museum and onto home. Well, we needed a quick snack first.
Ice Cream Novelties on the Mall. Penny for your thoughts, Kalani? Home to
get pics developed, buy cheese, then off to make fondue! Cheddar with salsa
and jalapenos, and jarlseburg with chardonay and a touch of garlic dipped with
apples, bread and tortilla chips. Xan, Liz, and Trevor (also from TX faires)
joined us for the revelry. To bed and up at 4am to wake the little poof to
send him safely home. Glad you are home safe honey.
I missed a lot, I know I did, I am on page 7 now as it is though. Sigh.
Thanks to you all for the memories. I have enjoyed all of your posts to see
what I missed and what I forgot to print. Just too much, missed people and
names and moments. This was joy. This is a weekend that will live on in my
mind for a VERY long time. I am grateful for the joy and laughter and tears
you all share with me and the others here. And I say what Rick and the poof
have said. Just like the good little ex-Jew that I am. "Next year in
Southern!"
Michele
Columbina Andreini,
Teatro di Pecorino Romano--when all you need is a little cheese
and this year's happy show, "Death, the Next Best Thing to Being There!"
A.F.R. Goddess Of Love
si...@foobar.technical.net
: quite humourous. The on to stretch out again, and the show began. Now Todd
: can tell you that I had prepared Saturday's "ad lib" over 2 weeks ago, and he
Again, m'lady? I do not think that I could survive that...
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Ptp grad
>Again, m'lady? I do not think that I could survive that...
Not many could my dear man, not many could.
Robert Doc Coleman
ptp...@aol.comANDSPAM (Ptp grad) wrote:
> More festivity and I grab my breast at Bethany.
> She has decided that this is the last straw and begins to (what I think is)
>kilt check me. I think, "Hell she can see the fishnets, she knows I must have
>underwear, why is she putting her head under my"…that is about as far as I got.
> Bomber stood up in front of me and I couldn't guess why he held his hands
>out…until I felt Bethany's teeth against the back of me knee and my legs
>buckled as I fell forward. Oh, my god, is all I think I could think of. But
>Damn!!!! Adam is a lucky man.
Michele, if she did what I *think* she did, I am skilled at this as well.
And it can be done with elbows as well as knees. }:)
Bethany, next time you visit Maryland you'll have to certify that I do it
right. ;)
Robert of Scaleslea
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: Our still recovering Todd wrote in reference to my ear trick offer:
:>Again, m'lady? I do not think that I could survive that...
:
: Not many could my dear man, not many could.
Insatiable woman...
I assure you, I *am* up to the challenge
ImWench157
>Ptp grad <ptp...@aol.comANDSPAM> wrote:
>: Our still recovering Todd wrote in reference to my ear trick offer:
>:>Again, m'lady? I do not think that I could survive that... Not many could
my dear man, not many could.
>
>Insatiable woman...
>
I assure you, I *am* up to the challenge
Todd, Todd, Todd...<shaking head>...don't you realize what you've done? You've
made a challenge to the Goddess of Love....just make sure that you have all
your affairs in order. Let us know where to send your remains. That should
consist of a few teeth and maybe a charred shoe.
*sigh*
Lisa
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Wench #157
Demi Goddess of Romantic Guidance
Wenches Forever, Forever Wenches
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WENCH18
>In article <19981014152208...@ng-fi1.aol.com>,
>ptp...@aol.comANDSPAM (Ptp grad) wrote:
>
>> More festivity and I grab my breast at Bethany.
>> She has decided that this is the last straw and begins to (what I think
>is)
>>kilt check me. I think, "Hell she can see the fishnets, she knows I must
>have
>>underwear, why is she putting her head under my"…that is about as far as I
>got.
>> Bomber stood up in front of me and I couldn't guess why he held his hands
>>out…until I felt Bethany's teeth against the back of me knee and my legs
>>buckled as I fell forward. Oh, my god, is all I think I could think of.
>But
>>Damn!!!! Adam is a lucky man.
>
>Michele, if she did what I *think* she did, I am skilled at this as well.
>And it can be done with elbows as well as knees. }:)
>
>Bethany, next time you visit Maryland you'll have to certify that I do it
>right. ;)
>
>Robert of Scaleslea
>Master Scalesman
I would be most pleased to judge. And I am certainly glad that Michele enjoyed
(?) it. I have been a victim to that kind of attack many times....I usually
end up on the ground whimpering. Figured it was time to introduce the KNEE
TRICK to you all.
My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
Mistress Bethany
Wench, Mommy, Goddess
"I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve.
I have a history of taking off my shirt"
Ptp grad
>My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
>
>
Closing weekend...yes?
Ptp grad
Todd said:
>>Insatiable woman...
>>
>I assure you, I *am* up to the challenge
>Todd, Todd, Todd...<shaking head>...don't you realize what you've done?
>You've
>made a challenge to the Goddess of Love....just make sure that you have all
>your affairs in order. Let us know where to send your remains. That should
>consist of a few teeth and maybe a charred shoe.
>
>*sigh*
It's too late now, my dear. Ralph, remember to hold him down when I get there.
I will not need help once I start. I doubt he will be mobile by then. VEG.
Oh, and you might need replacement staff.
si...@foobar.technical.net
: Todd, Todd, Todd...<shaking head>...don't you realize what you've done? You've
: made a challenge to the Goddess of Love....just make sure that you have all
: your affairs in order. Let us know where to send your remains. That should
: consist of a few teeth and maybe a charred shoe.
I merely challenged myself...
I am quite she she would burn me.... but oh what a sweet way to die
si...@foobar.technical.net
: It's too late now, my dear. Ralph, remember to hold him down when I get
: there. I will not need help once I start. I doubt he will be mobile by
: then. VEG. Oh, and you might need replacement staff.
As you wish
Joe Ogulin
> Bethany the nibbling knee lady said:
> >My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
>
> Closing weekend...yes?
OK... I know where MY mind just went... ;-)
Oh PubMistress of the Dragon Inn... shall we get together and be
creative? :-)
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>
>My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
>
There were strawberries on the one veggie tray with the grapes.
Pity that they weren't chocolate covered, though ...
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>
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K. Kalani Patterson
>My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
All I can say is I TRIED! The East coast just can't match the West
when is comes to fresh produce, tho... :-( (Nice folx, tho!)
-slàinte-
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co...@apexgrp.com
wen...@aol.com (WENCH18) wrote:
>
>
> My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
>
Hmm....wonder why no one has come up with that for a food
booth....strawberries, dipped in chocolate (on a stick of course...it *is*
MDRF).
Just think of the "trouble" all the wenches could cause with those ;-)
-Elisabeth (The "Stealth Rennie" :-)
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Morghana
>Hmm....wonder why no one has come up with that for a food
>booth....strawberries, dipped in chocolate (on a stick of course...it *is*
>MDRF).
Funny, the Minnesota RenFest has these.... one of the many things I'll
miss....and they were HUGE berries and NICE chocolate!
But not on a stick...that'd be for the State Fair (NOTE: this is an "inside
joke" that Minnesotans and anyone who's lived in Minnesota for a while will
appreciate. If anyone else really cares, I'll explain it.....)
~Morghana
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MrWhizzr
here on the East Coast:
>wen...@aol.com (WENCH18) wrote:
>
>>My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
>
>All I can say is I TRIED! The East coast just can't match the West
>when is comes to fresh produce, tho... :-( (Nice folx, tho!)
>
Hmm...I don't know about that. You should have tried the Safeway just down the
road from Xan and Michele's place. Michele can attest to the fact that they
had huge, lovely (and, ultimately, *very* tasty...right Gareth?) strawberries
last time I went there.
And, as usual, I have the pictures to prove it. *eg*
John, Gentleman Rogue (#136) & Legitimized Lecher
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The Roths
>
> In article <70950h$qfl$1...@nnrp1.dejanews.com>, co...@apexgrp.com writes:
>
> >Hmm....wonder why no one has come up with that for a food
> >booth....strawberries, dipped in chocolate (on a stick of course...it *is*
> >MDRF).
>
> Funny, the Minnesota RenFest has these.... one of the many things I'll
> miss....and they were HUGE berries and NICE chocolate!
>
> But not on a stick...that'd be for the State Fair (NOTE: this is an "inside
> joke" that Minnesotans and anyone who's lived in Minnesota for a while will
> appreciate. If anyone else really cares, I'll explain it.....)
>
> ~Morghana
In deed, Morghana, things on a stick seems to be a given here in
MinneSNOWta! Where else can you get "Pizza on a stick" but at the MN Ren
Fest? My hubbie, who works at a beer booth at said fest, and some of his
co-workers even had Beer on a stick! As a side note, a Ren friend of mine
went to the state fair and actually brought me a stick that actually is
imprinted with "Nothing On A Stick"! Got great laughs from participants
at our Fest.
Blessings,
Sherry
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>Our Goddess of Love did promise:
>: It's too late now, my dear. Ralph, remember to hold him down when I get
>: there. I will not need help once I start. I doubt he will be mobile by
>: then. VEG. Oh, and you might need replacement staff.
>
>As you wish
No, no, I'm afraid it's much too perilous. As a fellow Rogue I'd be
remiss to let you go to your demise in such a fashion. So I will bravely
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Morghana
In article <Pine.LNX.3.95.98101...@antares.cloudnet.com>, The
Roths <ren...@cloudnet.com> writes:
>In deed, Morghana, things on a stick seems to be a given here in
>MinneSNOWta! Where else can you get "Pizza on a stick" but at the MN Ren
>Fest? My hubbie, who works at a beer booth at said fest, and some of his
>co-workers even had Beer on a stick! As a side note, a Ren friend of mine
>went to the state fair and actually brought me a stick that actually is
>imprinted with "Nothing On A Stick"! Got great laughs from participants
>at our Fest.
Oh, did you go to the State Fair and get Walleye on a Stick? And I think
either this year or last year they had something really awful like "Gator on a
Stick"..... it was enough to give a person the willies! (Not the slick kind,
either!)
K. Kalani Patterson
wrote:
>Kalani agreed with Bethany in lamenting the lack of really good strawberries
>here on the East Coast:
>
>>wen...@aol.com (WENCH18) wrote:
>>
>>>My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
>>
>>All I can say is I TRIED! The East coast just can't match the West
>>when is comes to fresh produce, tho... :-( (Nice folx, tho!)
>>
>Hmm...I don't know about that. You should have tried the Safeway just down the
>road from Xan and Michele's place. Michele can attest to the fact that they
>had huge, lovely (and, ultimately, *very* tasty...right Gareth?) strawberries
>last time I went there.
>
>And, as usual, I have the pictures to prove it. *eg*
That's where we went! Alas, there were no strawberries in the
place... and yes, I asked when I couldn't finad any. :-(
-slŕinte-
Ms. Pride
>
> In article <19981016073959...@ng94.aol.com>,
> wen...@aol.com (WENCH18) wrote:
> >
> >
> > My only regret for the weekend is that I didnt have strawberries....
> >
>
> booth....strawberries, dipped in chocolate (on a stick of course...it *is*
> MDRF).
>
>
> -Elisabeth (The "Stealth Rennie" :-)
>
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Reminds me of a comment I heard at Bristol this year. "All the food is
either on a stick or in a box. How positively Freudian!"
Mistress mari Ellen
VLR
>
> ImWench157 <imwen...@aol.come2gether> wrote:
> : Todd, Todd, Todd...<shaking head>...don't you realize what you've done? You've
> : made a challenge to the Goddess of Love....just make sure that you have all
> : your affairs in order. Let us know where to send your remains. That should
> : consist of a few teeth and maybe a charred shoe.
>
> I merely challenged myself...
>
> I am quite she she would burn me.... but oh what a sweet way to die
>
> ---
proposing to reduce my Demigod to charred remains? And so, do I get to
borrow Steve, then? I mean, if you char Todd, then who will I have to
act on my behalf at MD?
gd&r.....
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>::just now realizing:: So, my dear sister the Goddess of Love is
>proposing to reduce my Demigod to charred remains? And so, do I get to
>borrow Steve, then? I mean, if you char Todd, then who will I have to
>act on my behalf at MD?
>
>gd&r.....
Well, Steve is a bodyguard, and always on lend should he not mind and should it
be needed. However, if you trained/prepared your demi's better, the charring
wouldn't be a concern. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen, I
am one mean cook!
eg
Eric tQ
wrote:
>You should have tried the Safeway just down the
>road from Xan and Michele's place. Michele can attest to the fact that they
>had huge, lovely (and, ultimately, *very* tasty...right Gareth?) strawberries
>last time I went there.
*twitch*
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Edward Eade II
>proposing to reduce my Demigod to charred remains? And so, do I get to
>borrow Steve, then? I mean, if you char Todd, then who will I have to
>act on my behalf at MD?
>gd&r.....
Ahem, you have multiple agents at MD :)
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VLR
>
> >::just now realizing:: So, my dear sister the Goddess of Love is
> >proposing to reduce my Demigod to charred remains? And so, do I get to
> >borrow Steve, then? I mean, if you char Todd, then who will I have to
> >act on my behalf at MD?
> >gd&r.....
>
> Ahem, you have multiple agents at MD :)
Yes, Eddie dear, I know, and you are most faboo. But we can't have the
Goddess of Love randomly reducing folx to char now, can we? I mean,
what's the Faire coming to?
Edward Eade II
<mars...@spamwich.bigfoot.com> wrote:
>Yes, Eddie dear, I know, and you are most faboo. But we can't have the
>Goddess of Love randomly reducing folx to char now, can we? I mean,
>what's the Faire coming to?
Not random people, just the ones that deserve it :) I don't think she
chars the rest of them, I think they just sort of melt. :)
The Emerald Dragon
> Edward Eade II wrote:
> >
> > >::just now realizing:: So, my dear sister the Goddess of Love is
> > >proposing to reduce my Demigod to charred remains? And so, do I get to
> > >borrow Steve, then? I mean, if you char Todd, then who will I have to
> > >act on my behalf at MD?
> > >gd&r.....
> >
> > Ahem, you have multiple agents at MD :)
>
> Yes, Eddie dear, I know, and you are most faboo. But we can't have the
> Goddess of Love randomly reducing folx to char now, can we? I mean,
> what's the Faire coming to?
>
> --
>
> .........................Got mead?
>
> Vicky
> Meadwench, mommy, computer geek
>
Char,? char? Did someone say char? Mmmmmmmmmm! We dragons love char! Also
fire, flame, roast, flambe, blacken......
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: Yes, Eddie dear, I know, and you are most faboo. But we can't have the
: Goddess of Love randomly reducing folx to char now, can we? I mean,
: what's the Faire coming to?
To set the record straight, the lovely Italian did not char me weekend last.
She merely tortured me. A lot.
---
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>To set the record straight, the lovely Italian did not char me weekend last.
>
>She merely tortured me. A lot.
>
VVVVVEG
Always leave them wanting more.
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in pre-production of "The Poison Pot"
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>
>
> Ruhhh!?!? Killing people with ear tricks? I HATE it when my server
> drops posts.....:/
>
ear ticks...... Go figure
Gaylene
VLR
>
> Todd of not much longer to live said:
>
> >To set the record straight, the lovely Italian did not char me weekend last.
> >
> >She merely tortured me. A lot.
> >
>
> VVVVVEG
>
> Always leave them wanting more.
As you taught me, dear sister...........
--waiting for my new bracelet.....
--
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Vicky
Meadwench, mommy, computer geek
si...@foobar.technical.net
: VVVVVEG
:
: Always leave them wanting more.
More? How about anything at all?