Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.1.chuqui 4/7/84; site nsc.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxl!ihnp4!nsc!chuqui From: chuqui@nsc.UUCP (Chuq Von Rospach) Newsgroups: net.singles Subject: The Official Followup of the 1984 Olympics (oops, Meadow Party) Message-ID: <1190@nsc.UUCP> Date: Sun, 15-Jul-84 17:25:21 EDT Article-I.D.: nsc.1190 Posted: Sun Jul 15 17:25:21 1984 Date-Received: Mon, 16-Jul-84 00:00:03 EDT Organization: The Warlocks Cave Lines: 104 Santa Clara, California - The First Occasional Meadow Party was a great success for those who attended, and not so hot for those who didn't. The hamsters left town in advance of the festivities, getting wind early that duct tape was going to be used YET AGAIN, despite their requests that masking tape be substituted. (It should be noted here that one human in particular led this lobby to discontinue duct tape use.) As one of the guests of honor, imported at great expense from Texas, I would like to comment on how friendly, warm and remarkably self-restrained the California contingent was. (Of course, there were also a few exceptions. . .see the hamsters.) This time no one called the riot squad, and the only neighbors who complained were a Mr. Kleen look-alike and a large male swan who climbed over the fence and onto the patio early in the morning and began snapping at unprotected thighs. (M&Ms, thrown into the puddle, appeased the swan; the Mr. Kleen Look- Alike relented after suitable jargon phrases were traded ("It was a beautiful party, but it infringed on me as a human being. . .They were all beautiful people. . .having a beautiful time. . .") (I didn't know people really TALKED like that out here!) I would like to thank all the beautiful--I mean, groovy people who came out and shared this space with us for ten mellow hours, Moira for bringing the most popular paraphrenalia (her Magic Wand [tm]), our humble host, Chuq, for the five-minute pasta (which is how long it lasted), and Clay, for the hottest prawns in black bean sauce it has been my dubious privilege to sample (recipe to be posted in net.cooks and available on K-tel Records), also for his selfless dedication and work in the hamster lobby. Unfortunately, the watermelon was eaten before I could demonstrate my famous Fourth of July game in the swimming pool with four guys and the melon and Crisco [tm]--maybe at the next bash. . . Cheers to all, Wendy (ut-sally!pooh) P.S. Phil, you had better not distribute those pictures you took if you know what's good for you. "It's best not to be too moral; you cheat yourself out of too much life." ****************************************** As the other guest of honor and provider of the Magic Wand(tm) (not to mention the Trivial Pursuit game, which provided marathon entertainment), I would like to thank everyone who made this occasion possible: the producer, the directors, the choreographer, the composer (sound-track available on K-tel records, but you must order before midnight tonight), and for those who attended the party who would like some 18-minute gaps... offers can be sent to me at tektronix!moiram. Phil and I are in cahoots... Most Responsible for Annoying Mr Kleen goes to the Trivial Pursuit participants and peanut-gallery: notably Dave (get off the stairs...no, dont apologize) Whiteman, Erik "Foghorn" Fair, Henry "Is that your FINAL answer???" (what is Henry's last name, anyway?) and Chongo who boogied to the beat of a different bongo all night long. (special thanks to my partner, R2D2, for being half of the winning team). Memorable award to Dr. Memory. No one can remember his real name, but his ceviche was certainly memorable (perhaps he can be INduced to post the recipe to net.cooks). This report was brought to you by The Three Muscatels at the Warlocks Cave on Walden Puddle. This is Moira Mallison reporting from Santa Clara, California. Good-night. #################################################### As the third of the three muskatels (on Dartagnion, On Porthos, on Sauvignon (thats me!)) and the instigator of the whole thing, all I can say is that it is going to be a true pleasure to be able to go home and go to sleep. Alone. *yawn* Seriously, I'm glad that (as far as I can tell) everyone had such a great time. We'll have to do it again some time. Next decade, perhaps, or celebrating the turn of the century. Maybe we can have a ten year reunion of the meadow party celebrants. I want to thank everyone for keeping things as well behaved and quiet as any small army can. My neighbors thank you as well (some in more twisted ways than others, of course-- but what can you say to guys who wear hard hats and practice with chain saws...) Thanks. No party works well unless the people there are nice, and this is one of the best parties I've ever had the privilege to throw. I think that everyone can pat themselves on the back. Oh, I have one pair of black lace nylons that were left unclaimed. Whoever it was that showed up in them, please give me a call. I want your phone number. chuq -- From the ledge of the seventh cornice: Chuq Von Rospach {amd,fortune,hplabs,ihnp4}!nsc!chuqui (408) 733-2600 x242 Woke up this morning don't believe what I saw. Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore. Seems I never noted being alone. Hundred billion castaways looking for a call.