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What an uncharacteristically eventful couple of days. After Scribal yesterday Dan gave me a ride to the Pride parade. I marched last year, but watching from the sidelines is a different experience. It is both encouraging and melancholy. It was very long, and much loot was given me. Bryan was sad not to make it, but we caught him after at the Black Lab with Mollie and their harp teacher Paula Page, who is well known among the symphony chorus for hating us. But she didn't hate me on sight, which is surprising because I was the one who stood in her way at Chichester Psalms. Flor moved the soloists up right in front of him and she threatened not to play. In any case, I had a lovely hamburger and chatted with inimical harpists and the bassoonist who went through Rice and remembers my name backstage.
And then today Dan amiably agreed to escort me to Memorial Park for the miniature chivalric and rapier tournament. He'd never seen an SCA event, but he seemed to find it interesting. It was pretty hot (not that it bothered me), so Ella was relatively calm even though she got a lot of attention. Maybe he'll come with me to more things.
We went to see Wall-E. Very sweet, if somewhat disturbing.
I want to make things. Not pack.
And then today Dan amiably agreed to escort me to Memorial Park for the miniature chivalric and rapier tournament. He'd never seen an SCA event, but he seemed to find it interesting. It was pretty hot (not that it bothered me), so Ella was relatively calm even though she got a lot of attention. Maybe he'll come with me to more things.
We went to see Wall-E. Very sweet, if somewhat disturbing.
I want to make things. Not pack.