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msmemory_archive ([personal profile] msmemory_archive) wrote2009-01-09 11:03 am
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I am reminded, ruefully, of Twelfth Night 15 years ago, in the Hudson Valley, when we were told to expect a foot of snow on Friday night, and I had to change our plans to attend -- and all Carolingia with me.

Poor Crown. Poor Rosamund (autocrat). And poor four peerage candidates!
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[identity profile] eclecticmagpie.livejournal.com 2009-01-09 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm reminded of 12th night in 1983 or 1984 (memory is weak), in or near Amherst, when it took me 4-5 hours to drive there from NYC, then 4 hours to drive home to Newton, where I found 2 feet of snow in my driveway and discovered the hard way that if you park in a public lot after a snowstorm, the plow operators will mound all the snow in the lot over your car and leave a ticket underneath it all. As I recall, they ran out of food at the event, and were serving rather weak Cock-A-Leekie stew.

[identity profile] calygrey.livejournal.com 2009-01-09 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
1983 in Bergental (I think; I was still seneschale.)

The autocrat was the last one to leave the site, at, oh, 2AM, and she couldn't get out of the parking lot. No one was still there to help, oh boy did fur fly after that.

Lesson: take care of your autocrats.
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