...and the highway when it's late at night!

Back from a splendid road trip, to Very Old Friend T's wedding. T and her husband are both full-time Ren Faire professionals, so you can imagine how much long-haired eye candy in kilts there was. (She's a costumer who made all the dresses, BTW). Including the father of the bride. Breathtakingly beautiful ceremony, a sort of Pagan/Jewish/Nondenominational melange with much singing, vow making, and onstage light carpentry on the part of the Quarter-Callers (us) who discovered that our flower-covered staves were supposed to be assembled into the four posts of a chuppa on the spot. (It worked out OK, we got a quick run-through first and the altar was not demolished and no one got a black eye, as nearly happened in said run-through.)

The road trip with four Very Old Friends and the Kitty-Boy (two cars caravaning) was a delight.

Here are some things I learned on the drive with fir_bholg:

* Minnesota is a beautiful state, but I am violently allergic to it. As soon as we crossed the state line, I started sneezing so hard I almost shot my chewing gum through the windshield.
* No one would fear the power of Mordor if Tolkien had named it Menomenee instead.
* The HandyMart outside of Eau Claire closes late at night. That's not very handy.
* Restaurants in WI don't allow smoking at all. That is why there are usually more people standing outside them than sitting in them.
* Nighttime is the RIGHT TIME if you just wanna get there.
* Mars is bright tonight.
* There are people who play Changeling (the White Wolf RPG) who actually think that cybersex somehow violates the spirit of the game. Even when one's character is a House Fiona Satyr. Damn. And I thought the rabid anti-slash brigade was prudish beyond all reason.
* Everybody -- regardless of whether they would be able to see it or not--wants a pet thestral.
* fir_bholg keeps one of his cat's litterboxes in the trunk of his car for some reason, even when the cat is staying elsewhere.
* You can ALWAYS find a Molly Hatchet tape at a truck stop. (OK, I already knew that.)

Things I learned in the hotel room:

* Five is too many. I don't care how close you are -- you still need to call the front desk and ask for more towels.
* Those coffeepots that make about a cup and a half of weak dribble are just a cruel tease.
* One Very Old Friend snores like a asthmatic wildebeest in mating season.
* Makeshift earplugs constructed from Kleenex are a big help in loud rock clubs, but don't do jack against the frequencies of said snorer.
* I snore too. But not like that.
* I have found The Right Man (tm). How do I know this? Because lakenaiad called him a "swishy pretty boy" and there was never any question of it being anything but a compliment to him, just the way she meant it. (Admittedly, she was painting his toenails at the time.)

Oh, and happy anniversary yesterday, sweetie. (Seeing each other for three years now, living together for about two, I guess.) Gave him a cute card with the famous couple we most resemble: Lucy Van Pelt and Schroder.

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Melkor is stonewalling me. This gave me a moment of wibbling -- he's not supposed to be evil to ME!!! Caught myself.
Look here, mister mighty one, do you wanna get some action in purple prose or don't you?

...and the highway when it's late at night!

Back from a splendid road trip, to Very Old Friend T's wedding. T and her husband are both full-time Ren Faire professionals, so you can imagine how much long-haired eye candy in kilts there was. (She's a costumer who made all the dresses, BTW). Including the father of the bride. Breathtakingly beautiful ceremony, a sort of Pagan/Jewish/Nondenominational melange with much singing, vow making, and onstage light carpentry on the part of the Quarter-Callers (us) who discovered that our flower-covered staves were supposed to be assembled into the four posts of a chuppa on the spot. (It worked out OK, we got a quick run-through first and the altar was not demolished and no one got a black eye, as nearly happened in said run-through.)

The road trip with four Very Old Friends and the Kitty-Boy (two cars caravaning) was a delight.

Here are some things I learned on the drive with fir_bholg:

* Minnesota is a beautiful state, but I am violently allergic to it. As soon as we crossed the state line, I started sneezing so hard I almost shot my chewing gum through the windshield.
* No one would fear the power of Mordor if Tolkien had named it Menomenee instead.
* The HandyMart outside of Eau Claire closes late at night. That's not very handy.
* Restaurants in WI don't allow smoking at all. That is why there are usually more people standing outside them than sitting in them.
* Nighttime is the RIGHT TIME if you just wanna get there.
* Mars is bright tonight.
* There are people who play Changeling (the White Wolf RPG) who actually think that cybersex somehow violates the spirit of the game. Even when one's character is a House Fiona Satyr. Damn. And I thought the rabid anti-slash brigade was prudish beyond all reason.
* Everybody -- regardless of whether they would be able to see it or not--wants a pet thestral.
* fir_bholg keeps one of his cat's litterboxes in the trunk of his car for some reason, even when the cat is staying elsewhere.
* You can ALWAYS find a Molly Hatchet tape at a truck stop. (OK, I already knew that.)

Things I learned in the hotel room:

* Five is too many. I don't care how close you are -- you still need to call the front desk and ask for more towels.
* Those coffeepots that make about a cup and a half of weak dribble are just a cruel tease.
* One Very Old Friend snores like a asthmatic wildebeest in mating season.
* Makeshift earplugs constructed from Kleenex are a big help in loud rock clubs, but don't do jack against the frequencies of said snorer.
* I snore too. But not like that.
* I have found The Right Man (tm). How do I know this? Because lakenaiad called him a "swishy pretty boy" and there was never any question of it being anything but a compliment to him, just the way she meant it. (Admittedly, she was painting his toenails at the time.)

Oh, and happy anniversary yesterday, sweetie. (Seeing each other for three years now, living together for about two, I guess.) Gave him a cute card with the famous couple we most resemble: Lucy Van Pelt and Schroder.

****
Melkor is stonewalling me. This gave me a moment of wibbling -- he's not supposed to be evil to ME!!! Caught myself.
Look here, mister mighty one, do you wanna get some action in purple prose or don't you?