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Tuesday, April 19, 2005
- - - - - The Week in Review - - - - -
During the last week, starting last Wednesday, the following has occurred:
1. Wed - normal, which around here is mild insanity. No post.
2. Thurs - MeelieNoh claims a sore throat. No post.
3. Fri - Dr appt for MeelieNoh (taken by Mrs. OWW). OWW's faithful 2001 Saturn SL2 declines to start - fried battery. After a jump-start, off to get it replaced before work at LHITWCS (Little Hole-In-The-Wall Computer Store). After LHITWCS (Little Hole-In-The-Wall Computer Store), visit w/MeelieNoh during lunch (sore throat diagnosed as "maybe a precursor to strep". Oh, Joy. Mrs. OWW states firmly that modified plan will be followed.
So, following my afternoon job at SGO (Small Governmental Organization), off I go to Jekyll Island for the Wreckyll in Jekyll. When I arrive, I am directed by Georgia to hie myself to Room (CENSORED) where I find Rob, Kim, Christina (what a sweetheart!), and Eric having a ... vigorous conversation on the relative merits of shrimp vs crawfish, and someone hands me a beer. I decline (at this time), a Chatham Artillery Punch. Cat is looming in the background, Jim is chatting quietly with Denny, and Recondo32 is just sitting in a chair, observing. I get introduced around by Eric and Christina, and I find that Georgia is Recondo's wife, and likes to talk. Fortunately, she's also quite bright, so the conversation is quite a bit of fun. Let's be clear, here - Georgia is raucus - loud, quick with a joke, and a laugh to make a loon jealous.
Jim, Denny, and Rob fired up their guitars, and sang very well together. Some of us attempted to sing with them, but I knocked that off after catching a pained look in Key's eyes. On a good day, with a big enough bucket, in my own shower, I do a pretty mean Lucretia MacEvil, but otherwise...ouch!
Denny attempted Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring - but hadn't practiced that one in a long time. He swears he's going to do it at the next blogmeet. He's really good - the only other time I heard, in person, Bach on a guitar was Chris Parkening. Parkening did one of the short Fugues (G-minor?) - and it was absolute magic. Denny, I think, is that good.
Things blurred out a bit around then. Someone persuaded me to try a cup of the Artillery Punch. I remember trading vicious insults - in a friendly horrid manner - with a very nice guy. I think it was Eric, but I'm not sure - but he handed me a very small Scotch. Christina and I had a very nice talk - I suspect I wasn't completely coherent, at this point. Shortly after that, I went and crashed out.
It was an early crash-out, as I'd rolled out at 5AM, and I was whupped.
Maybe a little more tomorrow....
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