It started in DCmake_your_moveFebruary 29 2008, 14:45:07 UTC
We were in DC to start and we were trying to find something. It was almost like a scavenger hunt. At some point we ended up at Pennsic in the roads around the lake, laughing and generally getting into things. Then I remember she slipped off and I couldn't find her.
Nothing that makes any sense, and of course, now that I've been awake for a few hours, the details just aren't there.
Re: It started in DCdiceaFebruary 29 2008, 15:27:41 UTC
For ever and ever, as long as there has been Pennsic, there has been one rule: You will start off wandering and visiting with one person or group and end up with a totally different group, unsure of how it happened, and still happy and safe and all together
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Re: It started in DCdiceaFebruary 29 2008, 18:30:14 UTC
Somewhere, maybe in the back of my car, or behind my washing machine, is a sock. Maybe it's not a sock, maybe it's a sports bra, or a coif, or a favor.
Ground into the fabric of this little thing is red dust.
While there is one little thing that holds the red dust that has not yet been collected, tagged, cleaned, and re-domesticated, Pennsic cannot end.
Wherever there is feral red-dusted fibers, there is Pennsic.
what sort of adventure?
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Nothing that makes any sense, and of course, now that I've been awake for a few hours, the details just aren't there.
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that's about the most wise and skillful thing I've heard in a while. :) My face shall crack from smiling.
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Love you too. Is it Pennsic yet?
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Ground into the fabric of this little thing is red dust.
While there is one little thing that holds the red dust that has not yet been collected, tagged, cleaned, and re-domesticated, Pennsic cannot end.
Wherever there is feral red-dusted fibers, there is Pennsic.
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