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Hail to the King, baby!
2006-04-04 - 11:56 a.m.
Coronation was a lovely event. After the whole transfer of Royal
Stuff (urgh is my truck packed)
it was a nice relaxing day. I pretty much stayed in the hall and
socialized with folks. Got to "Your Excellency" Cat a couple of
times, just to acclimate her don't ya know. Miguel has a new pink
wood that I hope to get a lucet of, and I got to talk to Aldred about a
new retinue bling idea of Seonaid's. Coronation was lovely except
for the lady who was talking through the solemn time in an outside
voice. Sheesh, if you don't want to watch and listen, just
leave. I thought Michael and Seonaid looked charming, and were
wonderfully engaging with the populace. I got to chat with Her
Majesty a bit, both just some catching up and some Royal stuff talk-
plans for the future, heraldry ideas and irregularities, etc.
Feast was faboo, not that we expected any less. I did, through
necessity, discover a way to dislodge a piece of chitinous material
(shrimp peel) from the back of my throat. Gargle with Coke.
Disgusting, but worked. We had excellent company,
lively discussion, wonderful food, and the evening "entertainment"
thanks to Cuan's meddling. I got to spend (Pod and Theo envy inducing) time
with baby Ben as we played and he drooled on me, and used me as a chew
toy. What a happy baby he is, didn't even cry when the loud train
woke him up from his nap, just looked pissed. It truly was baby
central, in a mostly good way. :)
Alan and I decided instead of day tripping, to get a room at the hotel
where everyone else was and party into the night. It was great to
hang out with folks, Amy Punch was tasty stuff, fascinating people to
talk to. I got a nice chat with Gracie in one suite, got to
witness the creation of the next Golden Penguin, tried tequila that
wasn't evil (Patron), listened in on fighter talk and in general had a
great time catching up with folks from all over. When Alan and I
finally crashed at 2, er 3 thanks to DST, I had to head back to the
front desk as the maid neglected to put both a top and bottom sheet on
our bed. sheesh. We were up and heading out around 9:30am,
and took an hour to actually escape the hotel as we had to get crown
leases signed, get money for CD's from folks, say good byes, again and
again, and then finally make our way to the Waffle House for some good
stick to your ribs brunch. The rest of Sunday was spent unpacking
the truck, assessing the stuff that needs repair/cleaning before
storage, clean up, 'fodil picking for bouquets in the house, napping,
and then taxes... ew.
Before Coronation though was Bob's party, epic in size as we played
with the Elvis theme. It seems that Bob's parties are related to
hair dye for me, as I went a few shades darker temporarily for my
costume. I made a dress from some fabric my mom had brought back
from Hawaii to play the part of Lilo. The
costumes this year were amazing. Loved Bob's gold lame suit
and painted shoes. Very very cool. The two old Elvises
complete with white jump suits and walkers were a scream. Elvis's
momma was just down right disturbing and detailed, to the research,
muumuu and cigarette behind her ear. Bubba Ho/Glo Temp involved
the most makeup and the most obscure. I adored Lisette's big hair
and the hostess's red pleather jumpsuit. We decorated the house,
and especially the basement in pictures and posters of Elvis, young and
old, and pink hearts and smooch stickers and 50's rock and roll themed
decor, complete with Velvet Elvis over the mantel. The food as
always was excellent, even, dare I say, the mini deep fried peanut
butter and 'nanner sandwiches. The cake this year was a
cupcake Elvis shrine ala Jailhouse Rock complete with vinyl figurine
centerpiece and sparkler candles. Medb and Vlad brought fixin's
for Blue Hawaii drinks which were very tasty and kept me going most of
the night. And the karaoke/sing along was very very fun and
funny. We had a nice crew of folks, and finally kicked people out
around 2am, I think. Good times, good times.
Now, I'm just battling a sore right arm, all the joints are sore
whining monkeys from elbow down to fingers. Not sure which is
worse,
the pain or the occasional numbness... Don't know why, not sure what to
do about it other than ibuprofen and rest. Or course I am now
reminded
of the part in Henry V where Katherine and her maid are learning
English- d'elbow, de fingres, da nails...
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