Nothing shall keep me from my huzzahs
Oct. 10th, 2019 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miladygreyWe had our annual anniversary Faire weekend, and it was lovely, as always. Started out shaky, though--we arrived at our B&B late Friday afternoon, rang the doorbell and knocked, no one answered. The owners live in a separate house out behind the B&B proper, so I called the house number (as per usual when no one's in the main building).
Owner A: Hello, Restful Delightful Manor.
Me: Hi, A, it's Grey and Yeats, here for our weekend.
Owner A: Oh! I mean, we're delighted to see you...but we had you booked for next week.
Me: ...o_O...
Yeats: Why did you just make that face?
Owner A: Okay, B and I will be up in one minute, let's figure this out.
So they let us in, Yeats found the email from this spring confirming our weekend dates, and Owner B realized with chagrin that some wires had been crossed when they updated their booking software this summer--our original reservation had slipped through the cracks, A and B had assumed that we would be there on Columbus Day weekend (which we usually are, we just needed to switch this year), and so we were on slightly different schedules. Fortunately, our usual room was available, and aside from apologies on both sides, everything was fine. We are 100% confirmed for Columbus Day weekend next year, though. I may also send them a thank-you note for being so willing to adapt.
Here is their website, by the way, and Yeats and I both recommend them highly if you are going to be in that area of PA. 15 minutes from the Renaissance Faire, easy drives to local small towns, wineries, Amish country, etc, the rooms are lovely and comfortable, and A makes amazing breakfasts. I mention this because their revenues have been going down due to AirBnB and similar, and we love them and want to support them.
Had a blast at the Faire! It was a glorious day, sunny and breezy and cool enough for Yeats to wear his pirate coat and me to wrap up in my Brown Ajah shawl. We saw the falconry show, and met Edgar the Raven, who will gladly take folded dollar bills from your fingers to help keep him in toys and his fellow birbs in raw meat. We bowed to the Queen, watched our favorite band perform, saw an artillery demo, drank a lot of beer. Things got hectic by the afternoon, when everyone and their brother had arrived due to the nice weather and beer lines were 20 minutes long, but we managed. Yeats indulged in a handmade ceramic pumpkin lantern which currently lives on our porch (Dear Great Pumpkin, it's very sincere!), and I have a lovely little leather phone pouch with a peacock design in beautiful colors that I can use every day.
Yeats is actually back at the Faire today, because he pitched it as a viable field-trip option to his school, and apparently everyone was so delighted at a field trip that was not to the Herr's potato chip factory (the default field trip location for every elementary, middle, and high school in a fifty-mile radius) that they jumped on the idea. The Faire is open on select weekdays for school trips like this, so he got to wear his garb today (I imagine the kids are agog) and has promised to eat a Scotch egg in my name. I am only mildly green with jealousy--I briefly considered offering up my services as chaperone, but Faire with Yeats, his coworkers, and a bunch of kids I don't know is not at all the same thing as Faire with just me and Yeats. Plus, between vacations and all the days and half-days I had to take due to car trouble earlier in the year, I'm down to four more vacation days left in the year, and I want to save those for Christmas if possible.
Back to work. Opposing counsel sent a 70-page document that can be summarized as "you guys are being SO MEAN to my client", and I get to draft the response while Aveline plans her cutting remarks.
Reading Log: A Little Hatred by Joe Abercrombie; Five Dark Fates by Kendare Blake; Rusalka by C.J. Cherryh; Protect the Prince by Jennifer Estep; Land of Wolves by Craig Johnson; Monster, She Wrote by Lisa Kroger and Melanie Anderson; Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry; The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite
Owner A: Hello, Restful Delightful Manor.
Me: Hi, A, it's Grey and Yeats, here for our weekend.
Owner A: Oh! I mean, we're delighted to see you...but we had you booked for next week.
Me: ...o_O...
Yeats: Why did you just make that face?
Owner A: Okay, B and I will be up in one minute, let's figure this out.
So they let us in, Yeats found the email from this spring confirming our weekend dates, and Owner B realized with chagrin that some wires had been crossed when they updated their booking software this summer--our original reservation had slipped through the cracks, A and B had assumed that we would be there on Columbus Day weekend (which we usually are, we just needed to switch this year), and so we were on slightly different schedules. Fortunately, our usual room was available, and aside from apologies on both sides, everything was fine. We are 100% confirmed for Columbus Day weekend next year, though. I may also send them a thank-you note for being so willing to adapt.
Here is their website, by the way, and Yeats and I both recommend them highly if you are going to be in that area of PA. 15 minutes from the Renaissance Faire, easy drives to local small towns, wineries, Amish country, etc, the rooms are lovely and comfortable, and A makes amazing breakfasts. I mention this because their revenues have been going down due to AirBnB and similar, and we love them and want to support them.
Had a blast at the Faire! It was a glorious day, sunny and breezy and cool enough for Yeats to wear his pirate coat and me to wrap up in my Brown Ajah shawl. We saw the falconry show, and met Edgar the Raven, who will gladly take folded dollar bills from your fingers to help keep him in toys and his fellow birbs in raw meat. We bowed to the Queen, watched our favorite band perform, saw an artillery demo, drank a lot of beer. Things got hectic by the afternoon, when everyone and their brother had arrived due to the nice weather and beer lines were 20 minutes long, but we managed. Yeats indulged in a handmade ceramic pumpkin lantern which currently lives on our porch (Dear Great Pumpkin, it's very sincere!), and I have a lovely little leather phone pouch with a peacock design in beautiful colors that I can use every day.
Yeats is actually back at the Faire today, because he pitched it as a viable field-trip option to his school, and apparently everyone was so delighted at a field trip that was not to the Herr's potato chip factory (the default field trip location for every elementary, middle, and high school in a fifty-mile radius) that they jumped on the idea. The Faire is open on select weekdays for school trips like this, so he got to wear his garb today (I imagine the kids are agog) and has promised to eat a Scotch egg in my name. I am only mildly green with jealousy--I briefly considered offering up my services as chaperone, but Faire with Yeats, his coworkers, and a bunch of kids I don't know is not at all the same thing as Faire with just me and Yeats. Plus, between vacations and all the days and half-days I had to take due to car trouble earlier in the year, I'm down to four more vacation days left in the year, and I want to save those for Christmas if possible.
Back to work. Opposing counsel sent a 70-page document that can be summarized as "you guys are being SO MEAN to my client", and I get to draft the response while Aveline plans her cutting remarks.
Reading Log: A Little Hatred by Joe Abercrombie; Five Dark Fates by Kendare Blake; Rusalka by C.J. Cherryh; Protect the Prince by Jennifer Estep; Land of Wolves by Craig Johnson; Monster, She Wrote by Lisa Kroger and Melanie Anderson; Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry; The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite
