Bayard: "How I spent my spring vacation"

Party day dawned cool and moist, casting doubt on the necessity of my plans to detour and inject strange gases into my car to make it colder, so my passengers would not broil in their own juices. Mary (or Scary Mary, as she likes to be called) was early. She brought so much stuff! A cool cooler made of fabric, full of drinks and food, big boxes of books and CD's etc. Too much to list really. Between her stuff and my tape decks my cavernous hatch-back was full. I left my big DAT deck at home and transferred my clothes from a bulky suitcase to a more flexible plastic grocery bag. We rounded up Pathetic Doug and Chris Gross (what is it with you guys and adjectives?), and we were on the road. Traffic was light, as beach goers no doubt were long gone by that time. On the way we saw Turtle Beach and the Weightlifting Museum. Some construction forced us into a tiny concrete channel we couldn't see over the top of, but even so we arrived at the party before anyone else (even the Quail, who was off procuring beer and other goodies.) So we basically made ourselves at home, and introduced ourselves to the cats. The rest you know -- but I should mention that a certain ever-lovin' blue-eyed listmeister was crackin' wise the whole weekend and really surprised and impressed lj. He also makes awesome pancakes and looks more than a little like the thunder god. By way of the gossip report, here are the people whose ears were probably burning last weekend: Tracy Copeland, Aidan Merritt, Susan Dodge, Robyn, and others I'm forgetting right now, not to mention those of you who sent surrogates and presents. They were great - thanks!! The biggest surprise of the weekend was that no-one mentioned Eb... what's up with that? Actually, there was a toast to his health. We were well 'in our cups' by that point and down to the bitter dregs, but that's how he would have wanted it, no? I have never SEEN so much beer as was at this party. It was mind boggling. Mike Runion and Nat sounded really good together. How about recording something for the next GF, perhaps using hard drive recording technology and ftp? The Robynsongs singalong was really fun. It was just fun listening to Mike and Doug play in general. The instructions for the FegGame were just one of the many things I forgot... I forwarded then to a certain feathered friend, but early in the evening he was too drunk to remember how to access his email. And I *think* it was my idea to head to the Swimmin' Hole, though it could have been Quail's. It was almost certainly Quail's idea to call Eb. And lj had the best idea of all, which was never to mention the party on-list, maybe even just all become lurkers for a while and see what happens. Lang would be so worried! The feg-game was still fun even though we didn't play by cone-rules (we didn't have any cones anyway. I'll try and make some for the next party.) I got Tom's mix tape. Thanks to everyone for everything. See you soon. =b