Annapolis, part 3
Jan. 29th, 2013 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1I was not about to start my very first pub crawl in bare legs. So SNB and I went back to the hotel.
In the lobby was a woman in one of those nifty cloak-coats holding glowsticks. She informed us the crawl would start here, so we scurried upstairs so I could change.
Back in much warmer jeans and sweater, we went back down to find...
Nobody.
Not a bloody soul.
Confuzzled, I texted Sil to see if we could an idea of what was going on. I sat down to wait while SNB prowled. The long day hit me like a solid gold brick. I decided that if we didn't hear from anyone by 9:30, I was going to go to bed.
As is the way of these things, Nomad-ganger and two other guys from the party walk in as we're heading for the elevator. We explain about the disappearing glow-stick lady and are informed that the bar in the basement is haunted. The trio assure us they know where they're going and we're more then welcome to join. Cool.
Disappearing Glow Stick Lady appears again as we're waiting for Nomad-ganger. By now I'm thinking she's part of a totally different group, which is confirmed when she DOESN'T follow us to McGrangers.
McGrangers is pub about a five minute walk from the Maryland Inn. Its speciality is oyster shooters. The place is packed and we can't find any from our group. After prowling around, we stake out a section of wall to wait. It's noisy. I try to talk to the guys, but I'm not good at the small talk thing. SNB asks me what I want to drink and feeling overwhelmed, I told him to surprise me, but no tequila.
He comes back with a Soco-n-coke. I taste it and discover I don't like Southern Comfort.
A few more people trickle in, including a drunk bridesmaid with two bags asking where the bathroom is. I step in when the guys ignore this obvious emergency, tell her where to go and offer to guard her bags.
I spend about half an hour guarding bags, which helps as now I feel useful. I gave SNB my drink after he finishes his and inform him I'll try something else at the next stop.
Some time later, we have more people, but no word from bride or groom. I handed over the bags to the drunk bridesmaid and stand with the pretty Korean showing off her garter straps by the bar. It's a little safer. SNB comes over and asks if anyone will do an oyster shooter with him. Pretty Korean agrees to, and so do two other guys. The oyster shooter is a raw oyster in a shot of vodka with a double shot of tabasco. Pretty Korean spits hers right back into her glass while the guys manage to get theirs down. She succeeds on the second attempt.
Now it's going on 11 and I'm running on empty. I ask the closest guy about the guests of honor and find out Ducky's hip is giving her serious fits, so the party will be moved to their hotel room. In the Maryland Inn.
"Right! We'll go ahead!" I say, collect SNB after he pays his tab, and we go back to the hotel.
We are the first ones there. Ducky lets us in, she's adorable in a rich blue leopard print silk robe and...something underneath. Her dress is sitting up by itself in the middle of the room. Ducky had had surgery a year ago, roughly, on her hip and sometimes the nerves flare up, which is what happened. Her foot was so swollen she had a hard time getting her flats off. Poor dear.
SNB goes down to let newcomers into the lobby. I offer a leg massage and she accepts. She thanks me again for coming (between the two of them Sil and Ducky thanked me about 8 times for making it). I tell her they have me until midnight.
More people filter in. Drunk bridesmaid adds her reflexology knowledge to work on Ducky's hip. Another guest plucks the stubborn contacts of her eyes. Another guy brings the smokes she wanted and about a third of the group disappear into the bedroom part of the suite. Sildar shows up a few minutes before the alcohol and one cheese pizza do. I visit with Sil and find out they're going to Fiji for their honeymoon.
"Fiji. Nice." says I.
"It was a gift." says Sil.
"A most excellent gift."
"Indeed."
The drinks are flowing and I stayed away. Ducky came out just before midnight, so I got to hug them both again and say goodbye, since I knew I wouldn't be seeing them in the morning. SNB and I walk down the hall to our room and clamber into the high four poster bed.
We were up and out of the hotel by 8:15. We stopped for gas outside of Annapolis and goggled over the $.30 difference. We had a late breakfast at the I83 cafe and waved to Saturday's waitress.
We got home a little after 2 pm. We did some grocery shopping beforehand, as Mama A had brought the kids to my house. We unloaded the car and SNB went out to hang with his friends while I dozed on the couch surrounded by kiddos and "Backyardigans".
So that was the trip. A very good time, I'm very happy for Sildar and Ducky. And it's all his fault I've had "Just the Way You Are" stuck in my head EVER SINCE SATURDAY NIGHT!!!
Bloody talented Elf.
In the lobby was a woman in one of those nifty cloak-coats holding glowsticks. She informed us the crawl would start here, so we scurried upstairs so I could change.
Back in much warmer jeans and sweater, we went back down to find...
Nobody.
Not a bloody soul.
Confuzzled, I texted Sil to see if we could an idea of what was going on. I sat down to wait while SNB prowled. The long day hit me like a solid gold brick. I decided that if we didn't hear from anyone by 9:30, I was going to go to bed.
As is the way of these things, Nomad-ganger and two other guys from the party walk in as we're heading for the elevator. We explain about the disappearing glow-stick lady and are informed that the bar in the basement is haunted. The trio assure us they know where they're going and we're more then welcome to join. Cool.
Disappearing Glow Stick Lady appears again as we're waiting for Nomad-ganger. By now I'm thinking she's part of a totally different group, which is confirmed when she DOESN'T follow us to McGrangers.
McGrangers is pub about a five minute walk from the Maryland Inn. Its speciality is oyster shooters. The place is packed and we can't find any from our group. After prowling around, we stake out a section of wall to wait. It's noisy. I try to talk to the guys, but I'm not good at the small talk thing. SNB asks me what I want to drink and feeling overwhelmed, I told him to surprise me, but no tequila.
He comes back with a Soco-n-coke. I taste it and discover I don't like Southern Comfort.
A few more people trickle in, including a drunk bridesmaid with two bags asking where the bathroom is. I step in when the guys ignore this obvious emergency, tell her where to go and offer to guard her bags.
I spend about half an hour guarding bags, which helps as now I feel useful. I gave SNB my drink after he finishes his and inform him I'll try something else at the next stop.
Some time later, we have more people, but no word from bride or groom. I handed over the bags to the drunk bridesmaid and stand with the pretty Korean showing off her garter straps by the bar. It's a little safer. SNB comes over and asks if anyone will do an oyster shooter with him. Pretty Korean agrees to, and so do two other guys. The oyster shooter is a raw oyster in a shot of vodka with a double shot of tabasco. Pretty Korean spits hers right back into her glass while the guys manage to get theirs down. She succeeds on the second attempt.
Now it's going on 11 and I'm running on empty. I ask the closest guy about the guests of honor and find out Ducky's hip is giving her serious fits, so the party will be moved to their hotel room. In the Maryland Inn.
"Right! We'll go ahead!" I say, collect SNB after he pays his tab, and we go back to the hotel.
We are the first ones there. Ducky lets us in, she's adorable in a rich blue leopard print silk robe and...something underneath. Her dress is sitting up by itself in the middle of the room. Ducky had had surgery a year ago, roughly, on her hip and sometimes the nerves flare up, which is what happened. Her foot was so swollen she had a hard time getting her flats off. Poor dear.
SNB goes down to let newcomers into the lobby. I offer a leg massage and she accepts. She thanks me again for coming (between the two of them Sil and Ducky thanked me about 8 times for making it). I tell her they have me until midnight.
More people filter in. Drunk bridesmaid adds her reflexology knowledge to work on Ducky's hip. Another guest plucks the stubborn contacts of her eyes. Another guy brings the smokes she wanted and about a third of the group disappear into the bedroom part of the suite. Sildar shows up a few minutes before the alcohol and one cheese pizza do. I visit with Sil and find out they're going to Fiji for their honeymoon.
"Fiji. Nice." says I.
"It was a gift." says Sil.
"A most excellent gift."
"Indeed."
The drinks are flowing and I stayed away. Ducky came out just before midnight, so I got to hug them both again and say goodbye, since I knew I wouldn't be seeing them in the morning. SNB and I walk down the hall to our room and clamber into the high four poster bed.
We were up and out of the hotel by 8:15. We stopped for gas outside of Annapolis and goggled over the $.30 difference. We had a late breakfast at the I83 cafe and waved to Saturday's waitress.
We got home a little after 2 pm. We did some grocery shopping beforehand, as Mama A had brought the kids to my house. We unloaded the car and SNB went out to hang with his friends while I dozed on the couch surrounded by kiddos and "Backyardigans".
So that was the trip. A very good time, I'm very happy for Sildar and Ducky. And it's all his fault I've had "Just the Way You Are" stuck in my head EVER SINCE SATURDAY NIGHT!!!
Bloody talented Elf.
