Mostly about Geostock
I had some irritating travel experiences in August, which I’ll get to shortly. Other than that, I had a couple of meetings of my on-line crafting group, where I continued working on my Tunisian crochet afghan. I also had my long-standing book club, where we discussed The Wedding People by Alison Espach. And I had a follow-up Physical Therapy appointment, where I got promoted to a stronger resistance band and told that I don’t need to come back.
The first weekend of the month was Geostock, a big party that my friends in Superior, Colorado throw approximately annually. It’s named that after our host, whose username is Geo on the MUD we met on umpty-ump years ago. He and his wife, Momerath, are excellent hosts and, aside from on-line friends, they bring in colleagues (current and past) and neighbors and so on. The festivities start Friday night, so I had planned a morning flight so I would have time to do something touristy and check into my hotel before going over to their house.
Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and Miriam. United did notify me early in the morning of a two and a half hour departure delay, which I assumed was related to the thunderstorms the previous day. At least it meant I could get a little more sleep. I took the metro to IAD and got lunch at the Turkish Air lounge before going to the gate. But then came an additional 4 hour delay. To make a long story short, the flight (which was supposed to leave at 8:50 a.m. left about 6 p.m. They announced on-board that the delay had been related to TSA at LAX being closed when the aircraft arrived there so the flight crew couldn’t get to the plane and they had to get another plane from SFO. I did get compensation (a credit for a future flight) and the email for that said it was a mechanical delay, so who knows? Anyway, we eventually arrived 9 1/2 hours late. It took me about an hour to pick up my rental car (which is, alas, par for the course in Denver) and road work made the drive slower than normal. But I got to my hotel safely and collapsed.
In the morning, I got breakfast at the Walnut Cafe (a long-time favorite of mine, with excellent blueberry corn bread). I spent part of the morning reading and relaxing. In the afternoon, I went over to Lafayette to get together with a college friend for coffee (well, actually tea) at a cafe in Lafayette. We had 45 years to catch up on! If only I’d known she was in Boulder years ago, since I used to go there on business trips more or less weekly.
I did make it over to the party in the late afternoon. It was great seeing people who I don’t see regularly, some of whom I’ve known since somewhere around the mid-1980’s. There is something wrong with the rotation and revolution of the earth, based on the ages of so many people (and especially friends’ children. How do babies turn into actual human beings?) Anyway, there was the usual mix of good food and interesting conversation. A particular highlight was seeing our hosts’ son show off the euphonium he plays in his school’s marching band. (He plays the slide trombone as well. But that’s not suitable for a band that doesn’t just march in a straight line where you can put the trombones at the front to keep them from killing other musicians. I hadn’t thought about that before and I now find the song “Seventy-six Trombones” from The Music Man vaguely disturbing.)
I also learned that my friend, Marcia and her husband, who have lived in Colorado for a long time (first in Colorado Springs and more recently in Denver) finally got too tired of dealing with snow and are moving to Phoenix. I first met her at a Usenet party in Portland, Oregon and we used to get together in San Francisco frequently to go power shopping.
We used to always go to Le Peep in Boulder for brunch on Sunday morning, but they had the audacity to close. We had made plans for another place, which turned out to be temporarily closed due to flooding. We ended up at Tangerine in Lafayette, which was very nice once I managed to find parking. I got a special that included a delicious omelet with a peach and chili pepper jam.
My flight home went more smoothly. We actually landed at IAD 20 minutes early, but we had to wait 33 minutes for a gate. At least I had five days at home to recover.
The first weekend of the month was Geostock, a big party that my friends in Superior, Colorado throw approximately annually. It’s named that after our host, whose username is Geo on the MUD we met on umpty-ump years ago. He and his wife, Momerath, are excellent hosts and, aside from on-line friends, they bring in colleagues (current and past) and neighbors and so on. The festivities start Friday night, so I had planned a morning flight so I would have time to do something touristy and check into my hotel before going over to their house.
Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and Miriam. United did notify me early in the morning of a two and a half hour departure delay, which I assumed was related to the thunderstorms the previous day. At least it meant I could get a little more sleep. I took the metro to IAD and got lunch at the Turkish Air lounge before going to the gate. But then came an additional 4 hour delay. To make a long story short, the flight (which was supposed to leave at 8:50 a.m. left about 6 p.m. They announced on-board that the delay had been related to TSA at LAX being closed when the aircraft arrived there so the flight crew couldn’t get to the plane and they had to get another plane from SFO. I did get compensation (a credit for a future flight) and the email for that said it was a mechanical delay, so who knows? Anyway, we eventually arrived 9 1/2 hours late. It took me about an hour to pick up my rental car (which is, alas, par for the course in Denver) and road work made the drive slower than normal. But I got to my hotel safely and collapsed.
In the morning, I got breakfast at the Walnut Cafe (a long-time favorite of mine, with excellent blueberry corn bread). I spent part of the morning reading and relaxing. In the afternoon, I went over to Lafayette to get together with a college friend for coffee (well, actually tea) at a cafe in Lafayette. We had 45 years to catch up on! If only I’d known she was in Boulder years ago, since I used to go there on business trips more or less weekly.
I did make it over to the party in the late afternoon. It was great seeing people who I don’t see regularly, some of whom I’ve known since somewhere around the mid-1980’s. There is something wrong with the rotation and revolution of the earth, based on the ages of so many people (and especially friends’ children. How do babies turn into actual human beings?) Anyway, there was the usual mix of good food and interesting conversation. A particular highlight was seeing our hosts’ son show off the euphonium he plays in his school’s marching band. (He plays the slide trombone as well. But that’s not suitable for a band that doesn’t just march in a straight line where you can put the trombones at the front to keep them from killing other musicians. I hadn’t thought about that before and I now find the song “Seventy-six Trombones” from The Music Man vaguely disturbing.)
I also learned that my friend, Marcia and her husband, who have lived in Colorado for a long time (first in Colorado Springs and more recently in Denver) finally got too tired of dealing with snow and are moving to Phoenix. I first met her at a Usenet party in Portland, Oregon and we used to get together in San Francisco frequently to go power shopping.
We used to always go to Le Peep in Boulder for brunch on Sunday morning, but they had the audacity to close. We had made plans for another place, which turned out to be temporarily closed due to flooding. We ended up at Tangerine in Lafayette, which was very nice once I managed to find parking. I got a special that included a delicious omelet with a peach and chili pepper jam.
My flight home went more smoothly. We actually landed at IAD 20 minutes early, but we had to wait 33 minutes for a gate. At least I had five days at home to recover.