In which the resident yeoman of The Jade Gate says to herself: Curiouser and Curiouser...
Having lo these long weeks passed through a multitude of states extant and otherwise, our heroine finds herself almost entirely shifted.
Relish, Anyone?
(click pic for full flavor)
My Captain, whose patience and consideration are my joy and comfort, steady hand on the rudder, our worldly possessions stowed in the hold, guided/willed/manifest, our circumnavigation of the west coast by way of Momma's Kitchen...
On Local Culture:
The rope group here leaves much to be desired. Having now been sat down kindergarten style and been made to suffer an entirely egregious safety & bio mechanics talk , yours truly recognizes the occasional pang for the Whatknot and all of our Austin friends.
Rope with a side of Safety Meeting
( don't even ask about the Shakespeare )
( don't even ask about the Shakespeare )Luckily, the locals made us feel welcome right away...
Bonus? Unisex bathrooms make all the girls wanna use the urinal.
Cheers, Ya'll.
3 reactions:
I love the bohemian digs, and the not-so-gentle ribbing you're giving the folks at the rope camp meeting. I'm sure things will come along nicely with some prodding, or maybe there'll be a rogue element that just happens to want to get together and do the rope without the sanctimonios stuff.
It's ridiculously hot here and we miss you guys. From the looks of it, all is well and very unisexy.
--SJ
As ye cook, so shall ye rope. The "Relish Anyone?" image is a veritable essay on style (staking out the middle ground between a martini and a whet stone) and the perfect condiment to the meat of this posting.
I am, however, confused by one thing... since when do you eat cooked tuna?
Mac
Seared buddy, just a little seared...
Good to hear from you.
M
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