January 25th, 2013
|09:24 pm - Rainy today|
To put today in Amazing Race terms: I failed to complete a Roadblock, took a penalty, got an unhelpful cabbie, briefly seemed to have lost my passport, and then got lost in the grounds looking for the Pit Stop.
All was redeemed by the silliness at dinner. About thirty of the knitters descended on a BBQ joint. Our table ordered fried okra, cheese curds, onion rings, sweet potato fries, more cheese curds and oh yeah, some meat. And beer. I can't remember anything we talked about except near the end it was the effect of high altitude on breast implants. Squeaking, apparently, and the occasional gurgle, though they seem to have settled down now. Who knew?
(The knitter in question has a sweatshirt that reads “Yes, they're fake; the real ones tried to kill me." I like her attitude.)
Across from me sat scarlettina's lively Italian doppelganger from Westchester. Whenever she talks I hear S. It's nice.
Tomorrow, Orenberg lace shawls with Galina Khmeleva.
Current Location: Steamboat Springs, Colorado
“Yes, they're fake; the real ones tried to kill me."
Oh, that's priceless! I like her attitude, too.
|Date:||January 26th, 2013 04:24 pm (UTC)|| |
I briefly read that as "Galina Knives". If any workshop was going to teach how to knit knives, sounds like this is the one!
That sounds like a fantastic dinner, and I do like her attitude.
It's hard for me to imagine a bunch of knitters at a BBQ place. I just keep thinking of them all pulling out knitting & spilling a bunch of BBQ sauce all over the place. OK, maybe the spilling BBQ sauce only happens when I go to a BBQ place. Maybe that's why I shouldn't take up knitting.
My doppelganger? I sent her along, special. :-) I'm sorry that you had a tough day but glad that it ended well.