You know, I wasn't really on the Pete the Adorable train until now. I thought of him as interesting, very talented, good to Jilly and somewhat loomy. After that story, however, it's hard to avoid the A word.

Alcohol isn't necessary to enjoy the whackiness of the The Adventurers' Club. Trust me.

ION, just been looking at photos from Comicon.

So wish I could have gone.

Heh. My matron of honor and I used to work at the Adventurers Club at the Dickens Fair, which sounds just about exactly like the one at D-World except set rather earlier (mid-1860s).

One year we led a ladies' entomology group and gave lectures about things like Domesticating and Civilizing The Scorpion and Will No One Hear The Cries Of The Oppressed? An Encomium Against The Evils Of The Flea Circus, and the next year we led a ladies' political society urging the reunion of that cranky toddler, the U.S., with Mother England. Preferably through Albert abdicating the throne and allowing Victoria to marry Abraham Lincoln, whose wife was crazy anyhow and could be easily set aside in a sunny sanitarium somewhere.

It was great fun without the booze, but the AC was the place where I had my first taste of realio-trulio illegal Eastern European absinthe. Mmmm, absinthe.

You'll be a lonely drunk, ND, I really don't drink.

Contrary to popular myth, I actually don't drink very often myself. Either way we'll have a load of fun.

Mmmm, absinthe.

Speaking of, I have some French absinthe (Blanc de Fougerolles). Care to partake?

Shoot, did I say that out loud?

You did. We can only hope that Halo3 will have distracted them.

The career discussion went okay. Lots of "What can I do to help you realize your career goals?", which I answered with "I dunno, make sure we have enough time in our schedule for training and not going crazy?"

Y'all are chatty this afternoon. And, dare I say, adorable?

I'm letting DH have a nap before I head off and leave him with the kids for a couple of days.

Heh. My matron of honor and I used to work at the Adventurers Club at the Dickens Fair, which sounds just about exactly like the one at D-World except set rather earlier (mid-1860s).

One year we led a ladies' entomology group and gave lectures about things like Domesticating and Civilizing The Scorpion and Will No One Hear The Cries Of The Oppressed? An Encomium Against The Evils Of The Flea Circus, and the next year we led a ladies' political society urging the reunion of that cranky toddler, the U.S., with Mother England. Preferably through Albert abdicating the throne and allowing Victoria to marry Abraham Lincoln, whose wife was crazy anyhow and could be easily set aside in a sunny sanitarium somewhere.

Hee! Yes, that sounds a lot like it. The actors are what make the place; so very much fun.

vastly envious of the D-World trip, even though such places freak me out

On bench with juliana.

I edited, Mr. Jilli.