The Daily Williamsburg Log of the Daleks
-Friday, March 13: Day of the Drive
To Eli's dismay, we left late. We hit DC Beltway traffic and arrived here at Williamsburg later than desired.
Interesting bits: I wish that I had recorded each instance of Xenia's eternal query of "How much longer until we get there?" I believe that if the frequency of asking were on a Y axis, and the time of asking were on an X axis, the line graph would give you a fairly exponential curve. That is, the closer we got, the more often she asked.
Hugs all around upon arrival. The faces are pleasing, the mannerisms induce internal smiles, and everyone is a little older. It's like a cover of a song, a person aging when you're not looking. Familiar, but different. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes not.
I seem to have undergone one of those odd transitions where my top music evolves much more quickly than usual. Brand New, Muse, Avenged Sevenfold, the White Stripes, Weezer, and various German industrial groups - these are leaving and being replaced by They Might Be Giants, Coldplay, Regina Spektor, Knorkator, and various underground folk groups. My more played things are generally less aggressive and more eccentric/artistic now than six months ago.
-Saturday, March 14: Day of Damp
"I wanted SANDRA!" ::fist too short:: - Cristoph
11:15 am. Sarah and I are sitting at a small, round table. Two laptops are open, two computer bags are laying ignored. All around are loud people, splashing chlorine water through the humid balminess.
Later, pm. There was a trip into Williamsburg that involved shopping, wetness, and chilliness. Games of poker and ratscrew filled bits of the evening, and 3:10 to Yuma finished it off.
-Sunday, March 15: Day of the ATGT
I danced every dance but the very last and hardest one, and only repeated partners once, with Sophie.
As I lay unsleeping, I felt something go bump in the night. It was Alessandra.
-Monday, March 16: Day of Appropriate Atmosphere
The Yorktown encampment was damp and dim. Eli, arriving alone, went in unticketed because the ticketseller apprrently thought he was a volunteer because of his garb.
I passed two very worthwhile post-midnight hours talking with Alessandra on the porch.
-Tuesday, March 17: Day of Vacation
"I should go soon." - Caroline
Today, the Major Action Items were the ladies tea in the afternoon, the teenager dinner in the evening, dancing at the end, and Alessandra's Wburg buddy Caroline was to join us for much of the day. I didn't know this person at all and felt a mixture of trepidation and optimism about the "new" person. As it turned out, she was very friendly and interesting - definitely among the more geektastic girls I've met, and in the terribly fun ways.
During the ladies tea, I wished to play poker with the men, but they were instead interested in Caroline's fencing demonstration, which interested me only mildly. Therefore I went to spend time with Victoria until it was time to prepare for the dinner.
The dinner seemed to go rather better than some had worried, and the conversation at our table was largely driven by Alessandra and Caroline - but it was cheerful and light-hearted, and such things were welcome. There was a bit of a transportation mishap after the dinner, but that was mostly not my problem, and I don't care to relate the details. After dinner, most everyone else had plans or no plans, and I went with Victoria, to relax in relative quiet (but not with any loneliness) without the group and watch Pushing Daisies. Eventually, the two of us rejoined the rest of the lot to watch Enchanted. There was no dancing.
Alessandra, Caroline, Doctor John, and I sat and talked for a little while before John went to bed. Then Alessandra and Caroline and I talked for quite a long time indeed. I say that it was mostly girl talk because much of it was about clothing and hair weddings and relationships and certain other things. There was also talk of music and film and role-playing and alcohol and homeschool culture and countless other things. The sun was on it's way upward when Caroline went home.
It was a refreshing day. I had been a little frustrated and a little depressed earlier in the week. Upon request, Sarah gave me a very excellent hug, which was quite comforting. Between that, my time spent with Victoria, and the lovely chat with Alessandra and Caroline, I feel much better upon today's conclusion than I did upon any other day so far.
-Wednesday, March 18: Day of Talk
"Darn tootin right." - Matthias
There was an afternoon dance and there was finally a second poker game. There was also some conversations wherein communication and expression occurred.
-Thursday, March 19: Day of the Fail
"Would you believe... someone else's ticket?" - Jonathan
There was some sneakiness subterfuge involving my lack of Admission Pass.
A night dance was scheduled in an outdoor, unlit place. It was moved to a lit, reverberating room. Those arriving fashionably late did so to the wrong place, thanks to the messenger's failure.
A very late Mafia game was ruined by the narrator saying, "Alessandra, wake up!" rather than "Mafia, wake up!" He attempted to cover this by then telling every one else, name by name, to wake up. Didn't work.
-Friday, March 19: All good things...
"No, Johnny Depp is a Jesse wannabe." - Jesse
Hugs and hugs. Quoted Kaylee to Alessandra upon departure. Drove back to Dubois.
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I have celebrated the excursion with The Usual Lot to Wburg. Now I am lamenting the return to Dubois, and I expect that circumstances will dictate that I continue this lament for some time indeed.
To Eli's dismay, we left late. We hit DC Beltway traffic and arrived here at Williamsburg later than desired.
Interesting bits: I wish that I had recorded each instance of Xenia's eternal query of "How much longer until we get there?" I believe that if the frequency of asking were on a Y axis, and the time of asking were on an X axis, the line graph would give you a fairly exponential curve. That is, the closer we got, the more often she asked.
Hugs all around upon arrival. The faces are pleasing, the mannerisms induce internal smiles, and everyone is a little older. It's like a cover of a song, a person aging when you're not looking. Familiar, but different. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes not.
I seem to have undergone one of those odd transitions where my top music evolves much more quickly than usual. Brand New, Muse, Avenged Sevenfold, the White Stripes, Weezer, and various German industrial groups - these are leaving and being replaced by They Might Be Giants, Coldplay, Regina Spektor, Knorkator, and various underground folk groups. My more played things are generally less aggressive and more eccentric/artistic now than six months ago.
-Saturday, March 14: Day of Damp
"I wanted SANDRA!" ::fist too short:: - Cristoph
11:15 am. Sarah and I are sitting at a small, round table. Two laptops are open, two computer bags are laying ignored. All around are loud people, splashing chlorine water through the humid balminess.
Later, pm. There was a trip into Williamsburg that involved shopping, wetness, and chilliness. Games of poker and ratscrew filled bits of the evening, and 3:10 to Yuma finished it off.
-Sunday, March 15: Day of the ATGT
I danced every dance but the very last and hardest one, and only repeated partners once, with Sophie.
As I lay unsleeping, I felt something go bump in the night. It was Alessandra.
-Monday, March 16: Day of Appropriate Atmosphere
The Yorktown encampment was damp and dim. Eli, arriving alone, went in unticketed because the ticketseller apprrently thought he was a volunteer because of his garb.
I passed two very worthwhile post-midnight hours talking with Alessandra on the porch.
-Tuesday, March 17: Day of Vacation
"I should go soon." - Caroline
Today, the Major Action Items were the ladies tea in the afternoon, the teenager dinner in the evening, dancing at the end, and Alessandra's Wburg buddy Caroline was to join us for much of the day. I didn't know this person at all and felt a mixture of trepidation and optimism about the "new" person. As it turned out, she was very friendly and interesting - definitely among the more geektastic girls I've met, and in the terribly fun ways.
During the ladies tea, I wished to play poker with the men, but they were instead interested in Caroline's fencing demonstration, which interested me only mildly. Therefore I went to spend time with Victoria until it was time to prepare for the dinner.
The dinner seemed to go rather better than some had worried, and the conversation at our table was largely driven by Alessandra and Caroline - but it was cheerful and light-hearted, and such things were welcome. There was a bit of a transportation mishap after the dinner, but that was mostly not my problem, and I don't care to relate the details. After dinner, most everyone else had plans or no plans, and I went with Victoria, to relax in relative quiet (but not with any loneliness) without the group and watch Pushing Daisies. Eventually, the two of us rejoined the rest of the lot to watch Enchanted. There was no dancing.
Alessandra, Caroline, Doctor John, and I sat and talked for a little while before John went to bed. Then Alessandra and Caroline and I talked for quite a long time indeed. I say that it was mostly girl talk because much of it was about clothing and hair weddings and relationships and certain other things. There was also talk of music and film and role-playing and alcohol and homeschool culture and countless other things. The sun was on it's way upward when Caroline went home.
It was a refreshing day. I had been a little frustrated and a little depressed earlier in the week. Upon request, Sarah gave me a very excellent hug, which was quite comforting. Between that, my time spent with Victoria, and the lovely chat with Alessandra and Caroline, I feel much better upon today's conclusion than I did upon any other day so far.
-Wednesday, March 18: Day of Talk
"Darn tootin right." - Matthias
There was an afternoon dance and there was finally a second poker game. There was also some conversations wherein communication and expression occurred.
-Thursday, March 19: Day of the Fail
"Would you believe... someone else's ticket?" - Jonathan
There was some sneakiness subterfuge involving my lack of Admission Pass.
A night dance was scheduled in an outdoor, unlit place. It was moved to a lit, reverberating room. Those arriving fashionably late did so to the wrong place, thanks to the messenger's failure.
A very late Mafia game was ruined by the narrator saying, "Alessandra, wake up!" rather than "Mafia, wake up!" He attempted to cover this by then telling every one else, name by name, to wake up. Didn't work.
-Friday, March 19: All good things...
"No, Johnny Depp is a Jesse wannabe." - Jesse
Hugs and hugs. Quoted Kaylee to Alessandra upon departure. Drove back to Dubois.
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I have celebrated the excursion with The Usual Lot to Wburg. Now I am lamenting the return to Dubois, and I expect that circumstances will dictate that I continue this lament for some time indeed.