Knights and Hot Nights

So, Hatboy is now SIR Hatboy, a condition that does yea verily rocketh. The event itself was fabulous and fun, and exceedingly HOT. And by HOT I mean that this Miami native was actually moved to not LIKE the heat anymore.

Here in Trimaris, we are spoiled rotten, what with our temperature-controlled cabins and lack of many events, if any at all, during the Summer months. These things are not true of Hatboy's kingdom. While the event site was beautiful and as I said, the event was WAY fun, staying in an un-airconditioned cabin in the South during a heatwave is NOT fun. But, since HB and (full credit to Marius for ripping this off) Mrs. HB are among my Nearest and Dearest, We Endured and Prevailed, for Their sake.

So, when the heat wave forced the residents of the county wherein the event site was located to all turn on the AC to negative 11, it blew the power grid.

No power on site. Five minutes into feast, with 80 people in the hall dressed in several layers of fabric; and many lovely, well-cooked dishes awaiting, BAM! It really WAS 1453...only 1453 in equatorial New Guinea. But, the crew prevailed and we ate much good food, actually GLAD, for ONCE, that same good food was NOT served to us piping hot.

Now, the water (and therefore, toilets/showers/sinks) on the site is controlled by electric pumps, which meant we risked not having water, or at least, not DRINKABLE waterlater. So, now we had no hope of future water, since we wished to preserve the water we had for Emergencies.

The weaker bailed like rats off a sinking ship....it looked like an Emergency Evacuation Order had been pronounced.

So, about 3 hours later, when the power came back on, and the sound of several hundred fans being turned on at once and a thousand toilets flushing in unison lent a certain, peculiarly Southern music to the air, the site was significantly less populated, but the remaining numbers were at least enthused to be there.

The Party commenced, and moi and Mrs. HB (thanks again Marius) spent many lovely hours talking ourselves hoarse, and also torturing HB in manners befitting his elevated status.

Ah we few, we happy few, to have been there in the glazing heat on St. Hatboy's Day....

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After the event, I stopped by Mr. & Mrs. Sheepy Turtle's, just to say hi and gossip. They look fabulous. Impy was loving and the house is coming along.

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Hugs,
Alysoun