whew!
Man, you lot are a prolific bunch of posters, but I made it through all of your posts. I will admit to skimming a few of them, but I wanted to make sure I didn't miss anything important and that everyone is OK.
I'm still a long way off from being able to properly write up my experience, but I'll give you a couple of tidbits. First, ned_gasket is extremely entertaining when he is tipsy. Here is a direct quote: "Starburst, get in the back seat, 'cause this is Lynn's fucking mead." I'm not quite sure what it means, but he sure did like that mead (I think it was elderberry). It was his birthday.
Tigger had a very geeky t-shirt that said "Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy." If you get that, bless you. The really funny part about that one is that Tig's sister was also there.
Another quote, this from Sylvia (evil Rob's non-imaginary wife): "Straight bars smell like beef jerky and desperation." I like that one. Must remember it for future use.
There was an official Guinness World Record set at the festival. More on this later.
Kirsty MacColl music and mojitos go together like peanut butter and chocolate. Mmmmmmmmm.
And now, I am off to bed. My nice, warm, dry, non-inflated bed. Good night, LJ! Oh, how I missed you.
I'm still a long way off from being able to properly write up my experience, but I'll give you a couple of tidbits. First, ned_gasket is extremely entertaining when he is tipsy. Here is a direct quote: "Starburst, get in the back seat, 'cause this is Lynn's fucking mead." I'm not quite sure what it means, but he sure did like that mead (I think it was elderberry). It was his birthday.
Tigger had a very geeky t-shirt that said "Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy." If you get that, bless you. The really funny part about that one is that Tig's sister was also there.
Another quote, this from Sylvia (evil Rob's non-imaginary wife): "Straight bars smell like beef jerky and desperation." I like that one. Must remember it for future use.
There was an official Guinness World Record set at the festival. More on this later.
Kirsty MacColl music and mojitos go together like peanut butter and chocolate. Mmmmmmmmm.
And now, I am off to bed. My nice, warm, dry, non-inflated bed. Good night, LJ! Oh, how I missed you.