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September 7th, 2001
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Dallas Pics!
Technical diffculties abound on both ends. . .but alas we have broken through the multiple examples of Murphy's Law in order to bring you the Dallas photos. :)
As promised, here are the pics for the Dallas meet last, um, well, last last weekend. BTW, didn't we used to have names for these things? Epicons? Spotfests? What should we call this one or any that we have in the future?
Well, to start out my bit of the story, I had a class last Saturday morning and I picked up Edith at the DFW airport after she arrived at about half past 1pm. We zoomed on down to Arlington where we met up with Safari over at Robyn's house. It's at this point where I learned more about Cricket than I would have thought on a quiet Saturday afternoon in the middle of north Texas. . .
Ok, the cricket conversation begins - Safari is a HUGE cricket fan. So much that I even got a real-time simulation of a portion of the game via Safari and Edith's use of Barbie and Ken dolls. It's actually nothing like baseball: there are two runners aparently, the ball is made out of covered wood, and they bowl the ball rather than pitch it. Yikes - I never cared much about Baseball, and I'm afraid Cricket interests me in the same amount, but Safari sure likes the stuff. :)
Ok, enter a photo from one of the digital cameras (Gil's or Robyn's?). The opposite angle from the last picture. Man, I really need to get one of these dandy pieces of technology - my old Samsung 35mm isn't cutting it anymore. :)
Safari is showing how the wooden cricket ball (what's it's name?) is "pitched"/bounced down to the batter/?. This person throws the ball at a wicket, I believe?
After this we went out to eat some Tex-Mex at Marqueto Juarez where after a short wait outside waiting to be seated and a short wait inside waiting for our waiter, we met up with Gil. It was fairly loud - there was a good-sized bachelorette party seated next to us (counted 15 women round about). Also, the echo in the room was pretty good, but the food was more than enough to make up for it. I have to admit, the low-salt diet I started on last week went out the window temporarily that night.
Ok, enter in Jas's SneakCam. We're back at Robyn's house after the Tex-Mex with the gang where we began to make margaritas. I leave my seat pretending to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, but before I do, I unleash a bit of my camera's timer superpower. I give you candid shot number one. :)
Ok, funny face moment. Nuff said. :-p
Robyn is the champion of the blender machine reading according to the gospel of Paladin - we were the just the congregation that drank from the chalice. :) Those are some darn good margaritas Paladin. Gee wiz. Yes, on my end, I did try and bring back a remnant of my low-sodium diet: I took my margarita without salt on the glass's edge. :)
Also, in respect of Paladin's secret recipe, I have pixelized the areas of these photos that may reveal the true contents of "la margarita grande Paladin". I guess you could say their representations have been changed to protect the innocent - or perhaps the guilty?
Alrighty, we're all sitting down and here's the toast. Ok, so I can't actually remember what we toasted to, so this may actually just be a promotional shot for Paladin's elixer. Also, we've had to hide the likeness of Safari due to her recent induction into the witness protection program (she's behind the drinks - doh!).
Just kidding about that witness protection. . .here's the first picture that you all saw on the message board.
The last photo of Saturday night - actually, I think most of us blinked! We were fairly tired not to mention fairly relaxed thanks to the Kool-Aidishly sinful alcoholic beverages consumed earlier.
Ah ha! The SneakCam strikes again - "the last photo of the night", sure. . .moo hoo hahah! I offer to you candid shot number two and the last in my roll for this visit.
For the record, the others have more pics as well. If you'd like to see them, start nudging them! :)
Sincerely,
Jas
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