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27 February 2006 @ 02:37 pm
 
My weekend, in a nutshell:

Despite a decent night's sleep, I am still a-weary. Long hours in the car will do that to you, though I’m never quite certain why. Honestly. I’m just sitting there. Idle. Especially since the yarn I brought really required a much bigger hook than the suggested ‘I.’ Honestly. Did these folks ever actually try to use their own yarn?

But ‘twas all in a good cause. The Crimson Pirates made a trek down to Maryland to perform at the ‘Save the Boobies’ Pirate Feast. There was food, entertainment, excellent beer supplied by a local brewery, a three-stage raffle - all in the name of raising money for breast cancer research. We went last year and had a good time; this year was even better.

Mind you, the acoustics were wonky; even on microphones, with monitors ready to hand, we couldn’t hear each other at all. Poor crimsontom and his poor truncated ‘Marching Inland.’ On the other hand, we were all so relaxed and chill that these things just made us laugh. There was a time when tension might have reared its ugly head. I’m sure this had nothing whatsoever to do with the aforementioned beer... But then, later, when we were all up singing ‘Health to the Company,’ R, K and myself were shuffled toward a mic to do a verse. Aaaaaaannnnndd we blanked. We gave it our best start: “I was left by...” *singing ceased* “How does this start?” So, giggling and snorting (yeah, that last was me) we clawed our way through the rest of the verse. Didn’t matter. No pressure. So nice!

On the way back to the hotel (with the non-smoking rooms that reeked of cigarettes, alas) there was a brief detour to IHOP to meet with others that we might discuss a Super Secret Project. Oh, the panic on the manager’s face when he saw ten crimson-and-black-clad-pirate-types trip into the lobby! Fortunately, it was decided that most of us were not needed. The manager only had to seat six (as opposed to the grand total of twelve we would have had), and we were able to leave a reservation for a ten-top the following morning.

Sundays morning we (the three of us staying in our room, that is) arose early so that we could all grab showers in the teeny bathroom with a massage-shower head that was stuck on ‘drive-holes-through-your-skull.’ Rinsing my hair was a joy. Then it was off to IHOP, where I ate badly but happily (PANCAKES!!!! And an omelette loaded with hash browns and veggies). After, we all trekked to... wait. I can’t tell you. Let me just say that the next several hours were dedicated to a Super Secret Project. Yes, the same S.S.P. that high ranking members of the CPs and another singing pirate group that shall remain nameless met to discuss at the IHOP the previous night. I have no idea whether I can say what it is or not; this is more fun, in any event.

Then it was home again - really frelling late, I might add - to disgruntled, hungry kitties.
 
 
 
orangefae on February 27th, 2006 11:24 pm (UTC)
That is the best name for a fundraiser that I have ever heard of.

Sounds like you had a good time! Yay!
Jobs, baby, Jobs!picoland on February 28th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC)
ah...that's what the SSp was lonnie was talking about....break a pegleg with it! I have a hump...hunch that it's going to go full sail!