Stories Of Your Meet And Others
Nov. 18th, 2002 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coalescentCambridge, it turns out, is much like Oxford. Only with more Christchurch-style unnecessarily ostentatious front quads, and a record shop that beats even the Polar Bear for goodness. But the weather was the same, shading between 'grey and misty' and 'grey and raining'. Who'da thunk it?
Anyway, the meet. On saturday evening, we assembled near the door of an unusually cavernous trendy-wine-bar-type pub, apparently on the (correct) assumption that it would be difficult to miss. I arrived about nineish, and was promptly ambushed. Seems that most everyone else was made to wear the hat as well, conclusively proving that nobody - not liz, not Dan, not Airleen and certainly not tim can look good in the hat. It was almost as though the owner of the hat knew something we didn't.
Anyway, having not eaten, the first order of business was to obtain food. This Mattia and I managed, although the provision of tiny, tiny cutlery made the eating more of a challenge than you might wish for at that time of night. Shortly afterwards we managed to conclusively prove that Tim just doesn't photograph well. Meanwhile, my impression of James Marsters went down somewhat better than expected.
On leaving the pub, we were slightly sidetracked by Tim's transformation into a higher being. Thankfully, the natural order was soon restored, although of course we had to beabsolutely sure.(Mattress versus Hedgehog, they will fight eternally...) Despite that, he still almost got away.
I was right about it feeling like I already knew everyone, however.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
despotliz was (in a good way) slightly more energetic than I was expecting (perhaps unsurprisingly, given the circumstances); mattia snores like you would not believe; Dan was as level-headed as ever; snowking has more technology than I've ever seen on one person (practically a one-man singularity), and pikelet is, well, pikelet (although impressively, Airleen did give him a close run for his money in the random filth stakes). All in all, hugely fun; roll on the next one.
'cause next time, I might even remember to take the Truck Book along.
Anyway, the meet. On saturday evening, we assembled near the door of an unusually cavernous trendy-wine-bar-type pub, apparently on the (correct) assumption that it would be difficult to miss. I arrived about nineish, and was promptly ambushed. Seems that most everyone else was made to wear the hat as well, conclusively proving that nobody - not liz, not Dan, not Airleen and certainly not tim can look good in the hat. It was almost as though the owner of the hat knew something we didn't.
Anyway, having not eaten, the first order of business was to obtain food. This Mattia and I managed, although the provision of tiny, tiny cutlery made the eating more of a challenge than you might wish for at that time of night. Shortly afterwards we managed to conclusively prove that Tim just doesn't photograph well. Meanwhile, my impression of James Marsters went down somewhat better than expected.
On leaving the pub, we were slightly sidetracked by Tim's transformation into a higher being. Thankfully, the natural order was soon restored, although of course we had to beabsolutely sure.(Mattress versus Hedgehog, they will fight eternally...) Despite that, he still almost got away.
I was right about it feeling like I already knew everyone, however.
despotliz was (in a good way) slightly more energetic than I was expecting (perhaps unsurprisingly, given the circumstances); mattia snores like you would not believe; Dan was as level-headed as ever; snowking has more technology than I've ever seen on one person (practically a one-man singularity), and pikelet is, well, pikelet (although impressively, Airleen did give him a close run for his money in the random filth stakes). All in all, hugely fun; roll on the next one.'cause next time, I might even remember to take the Truck Book along.
