Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic

Tea party!

There was a small meeting of phoenixglambomb: easalle, machinegirl, and me: azurelunatic.

Arrival time for easalle to pick me up was 1pm. I was ready and waiting; she had gotten slightly lost. She found her way here, though, and we set off.

Construction on the 10 made for slow going; there were detours and other evil things. We made it to machinegirl's a bit late, and waited for the fourth member of the party for half an hour before departing for Kiwanis Park. We pitched our blanket on the hill just west of the boat ramp at the north end of the lake. [park map, .pdf]

easalle was wearing a long pale gown with pearls and her black wings and a hat. machinegirl was in green checkered gingham, with bunny ears and striped stockings. I was in my Renfair garb: blue velvet overskirt, blue velvet and gold metallic lace-up bodice, with a pink snakeskin-patterned chemise, and my blue hat.

We took photos of the entire endeavor.

We had our picnic, with sandwiches and tea and sparkling cider. We watched the ducks and talked of many things. machinegirl was the White Rabbit, of course; she and I started singing the appropriate song. I was the Queen, and easalle became the Jabberwocky.

I sent easalle to fetch a shrubbery -- or a pigeon. She came back with part of each -- a feather with some dried grass or sticks in it. That was deemed acceptable. We discussed how one might substitute a pigeon for a shrubbery: by planting it, of course! Much time was devoted to deciding how. Were the feet to be planted, or to stick up out of the ground? Perhaps the tailfeathers should stick out of the ground. Hmm. I tried dissolving some dinner mints in my tea. The results, while tasty, looked... interesting.

Eventually, we fed the ducks on crusts from the marmalade sandwiches. easalle and machinegirl went out on the westernmost pier and fed ducks from there.

Some kids came up, and we gave them fairy muffins, cautioning them to ask their parents to be sure if it was all right. Evidently it was. They took pictures of the Queen, the White Rabbit, and the Jabberwocky.

There had been a drummer, off and on. We packed most of the picnic stuff in the car and went to give fairy muffins to the drummer. We utterly made his day. Evidently, meeting the Queen and entourage would make it possible for him to go back to work and tell the co-workers who he'd not been doing well with that it was all good: he'd met the Queen. We chatted as the sun came down. He had a lot of muffins. Then he got pictures of us, photograpic proof of meeting the Queen, not to mention White Rabbit and Jabberwock.

The moon was up and eclipsed as we bounced away; we spent some good time staring at that. We had to wait to leave for the party with the kids to depart (the same ones we'd given muffins to) so that they wouldn't see easalle taking her wings off to drive.

After that, we dropped machinegirl back at her place, after a good long girl-talk, and some discussion about invoking Santa Claus (which is how I, personally, am going to explain it to Little Fayoumis). (Note to self: draft lecture on how to tell what to invoke and what not to invoke.)

easalle got me home. We nearly made a detour, but her quick wits saw that the sign on the turn-in was not the one she wanted, and she got me home without any stops she hadn't been planning on. I gave her the bag with the cheerleading outfit that digitalambience wore so well.

[easalle wrote it up too. ]
[so did machinegirl, here: not much more in the way of details, but a lot more squeee!ing.]

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