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So, there was an event. It wasn't an RP event, but I had a sneaking suspicion a friend of mine would be receiving an award there.
I spent the morning cleaning my house Saturday, (vacuum, yay!) tossed some stuff in the car, "just in case" and me and Mr Dog toodled out to Sommer Draw.
Lovely little site, fabulous little event. I've been to two whole events not this year where I wasn't "On the Clock", and it was kinda awesome. There was Beer, and Bocce, and then we ran out of beer, so there was scotch, and bocce, and Lyle's plank walking (HI-LARIOUS when one has been imbibing all afternoon, these should see a reappearance,) not nearly enough water, quality people time, great music, winning trim off the raffle table (it's already in the bag destined for you, Lydia,) and then the rum started circulating.... Mr Dog decided we'd be staying the night.
Got home yesterday after helping pick up the site (somewhat slowly and with a minimum of leaning over to pick things up - somewhere, Bobby was smiling after the razzing I gave him just last weekend,) picked up the house, did more laundry, and slept off the day before in front of the stupid box. HorseChaser stopped by on her way home from shooting a horse show, and we chatted for a while until I kicked her out to go home, as it was late.
Crawled into my bed, content with the thought that It's good to re-establish that while *possible* for me to go on a somewhat serious bender, it's probably no longer very wise. Good to get it out of the way early in the season.
Now, work type work.
I spent the morning cleaning my house Saturday, (vacuum, yay!) tossed some stuff in the car, "just in case" and me and Mr Dog toodled out to Sommer Draw.
Lovely little site, fabulous little event. I've been to two whole events not this year where I wasn't "On the Clock", and it was kinda awesome. There was Beer, and Bocce, and then we ran out of beer, so there was scotch, and bocce, and Lyle's plank walking (HI-LARIOUS when one has been imbibing all afternoon, these should see a reappearance,) not nearly enough water, quality people time, great music, winning trim off the raffle table (it's already in the bag destined for you, Lydia,) and then the rum started circulating.... Mr Dog decided we'd be staying the night.
Got home yesterday after helping pick up the site (somewhat slowly and with a minimum of leaning over to pick things up - somewhere, Bobby was smiling after the razzing I gave him just last weekend,) picked up the house, did more laundry, and slept off the day before in front of the stupid box. HorseChaser stopped by on her way home from shooting a horse show, and we chatted for a while until I kicked her out to go home, as it was late.
Crawled into my bed, content with the thought that It's good to re-establish that while *possible* for me to go on a somewhat serious bender, it's probably no longer very wise. Good to get it out of the way early in the season.
Now, work type work.
