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Crown part I
2001-05-08 - 5:05 p.m.

Well, I got a new computer today! YAY! I could rattle off all the cool specs to it, but all I know is it is faster, and better. ye-haw!

Okay, you asked for it, actually you didn't but you're getting it anyway...

Gen's trip to Crown

So, it's Friday morning, Gen is running on very little sleep and we start packing the truck after Wendy and Rob and Quentin arrive. Our estimated time of departure was 10am, and we would have made it by 10 mins, issues strapping stuff on top of 'burban, but then Rob called Quentin's cell and Mel called the house looking for advice from Wendy. We ended up passing the phones around for a while, even put Rob on speaker phone to give advice to Mel on the home phone. So, we were only 20 minutes getting out of there, but since we only stopped once and Quentin sped like a bastard, we make really good time and got to site around 6:15 or so to start with set up. Now, I won't say that some of the event staff was useless, perhaps we just got there too soon, but we drove 7 hours down from DC to bring our personal dayshade, the changing pavilion, and the mucking huge MOL table and didn't receive a lick of help setting hardly any of it up. In fact in addition to those three items, we also set up the MOL dayshade that had been dropped near the field and Gen assisted the Calli in setting up the Windmasters' dayshade. Now, perhaps this is just me, but if I was in charge and I had folks from Maryland bringing a pavilion that I needed to help the event run smoother, I think that I would make certain that there would be a set-up crew standing by to help them. But then again that's just me. Poor Anne did her best, but you can only whip so many fools into shape. So, after setting up four pavilions, we grab Robert and James and head out to check into our hotel and then find food.

We are sent to this place who's name was indistiguishable from the clerks severe southern accent. Now Wendy is southern, and we count on her to interface with the natives, but even she is only so good. We couldn't get the name, but we figured out the directions. It's a big ole run down building with a large plastic cow on the roof and a sign that says HERB'S Steakhouse and the entrance is shrouded in gnats. We walk in and Wendy, our native guide, says "Party of six, non-smoking" Now they understand how many of us there are but we got the response of "Non- what?" Ah, we see, we bright, there is no non-smoking area. No where at all. So she trys and seats us away from other folks, because of course non of these folks have read that smoking causes cancer, I'm sure. We get seated, Wendy has to steal fire from the other tables since our candle was out and the drinks come in cans. This does not bode well. The steaks were pretty good if really fatty the salad bar was a big joke, but the brocoli and cheese was yummy, as long as you don't think about the cheese coming out of a can. Afterwards we head out to the Food Lion where we grab snacks for Saturday that we didn't eat and Quentin and Rob get flirted at by the cashier. "Aw, yore not big, mah boyfriend's bigger 'en you..."

gotta go... more later...

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