The coven met.
On Saturday afternoon a tidal wave of testosterone descended upon my home to swoop up ellistar, and take him to his stag do.
I had left it too late to arrange a corresponding hen party as female diaries tend to be much more complex entities than their male equivalent. Upon reflection I had decided that this was probably a good thing as it really wasn't what I wanted anyway.
What I hatched instead was a cunning plan.
Once upon a time there was a Coven of Four and wherever there were larpers, men feared their schemes. But time and distance and the aforementioned complex diaries had divided them, and for 9 years now they had failed to meet. They had, perhaps, been in the same field with many other people, but not alone in a true Coven Meeting.
So I invoked the Power of the Bride and pressured them remorselessly. Their relentless diaries crumbled before this one-shot item, and the Coven; Auntie Em (sans LJ), Anne (who really ought to get a user-name instead of pussyfooting around behind the scenes), westernind, and myself, got together and ate Sushi and drank Pink Champagne. A splendid time was had by all; and it had better NOT be another 9 years before it happens again.
I had left it too late to arrange a corresponding hen party as female diaries tend to be much more complex entities than their male equivalent. Upon reflection I had decided that this was probably a good thing as it really wasn't what I wanted anyway.
What I hatched instead was a cunning plan.
Once upon a time there was a Coven of Four and wherever there were larpers, men feared their schemes. But time and distance and the aforementioned complex diaries had divided them, and for 9 years now they had failed to meet. They had, perhaps, been in the same field with many other people, but not alone in a true Coven Meeting.
So I invoked the Power of the Bride and pressured them remorselessly. Their relentless diaries crumbled before this one-shot item, and the Coven; Auntie Em (sans LJ), Anne (who really ought to get a user-name instead of pussyfooting around behind the scenes), westernind, and myself, got together and ate Sushi and drank Pink Champagne. A splendid time was had by all; and it had better NOT be another 9 years before it happens again.