Post by Sir Black Fox on May 8, 2007 21:09:54 GMT -5
I know I'm a pyrate first and a ren-folk second (due to obligations that I made on my own). . . but I do so miss m'friends of MDRF. In July we're planning a Hey-UGE picnic/party and we'd like to see all the folks we can. . . c'mon if you love the festival and join us. . .we're having kegs of beer . . .and cider. . . and food from MDRF (or as near as we can make it). . . games, fun, chat, memories. . .and we'll be playing yet another round of MDRF Jeopardy!
www.friendsofmdrf.org is where ye need be. . .check the left column for the bulletin board and join us! Or just go to: fomdrforg.proboards54.com . . .and bob'syeruncle. . . you're there! We also have a leading Renspace group for ye to join and you'll find yourself hugged by fellow MDRF folk who've helped us grow since we started in 2002. We be yer first, best choice for traditional MDRF adventure and friendship.
I know I've touted our group so many times in the last five seasons, but this being our sixth makes it all that more special. I'm so happy to just be a part of friends who have MDRF in common. Every year our lil' group changes. People drift off and new people find us. . . yet we all have this MDRF bond. . .from every lifestyle and every walk of life.
'Tis not about monthly get-togethers, how drunk we can get, what cigars we smoke, or the gosip that dramatizes lives. . . it's about our friendships and how we can give a hug to someone we might not if we didn't know them from festival. It's that sparkle we find in each other's eyes at the thought of good King Henry ordering the opening of the gates at 10 a.m. on a brisk Autumn morning.
It's the miserable heat of August, yet we're wearing the equivalent of a couch on our bodies. . . it's the cold of late October when frost melts off our mugs of hot wine. It's the laughter of the first O'Danny Girls show and the sadness of the last Pub Sing. It's watching Johnny Fox burst his eyeball for the 20-millionth time and still not being able to look. . . . It's being mesmerized by Lurk as he dances 11 feet in the air on stilts.
Giant bubbles from a bubble wand, the sound of the pipe organ on Sunday, the smell of steak-on-a-stake, and the cold nectar of a morning cider. A child laughs with his grandparent at Hilby's antics, the young women swoon at the talents of Fight School, and a history teacher nods with appreciation of a Tudor king selecting another bride.
You love Saturday mornings when you walk past Stupina at the fountain and you dread Sunday nights when the torch-lit parade heads out of the White Hart. When you sit in traffic, half of your garb in the seat behind you and the white dust of the lot on the hood of your car, you smile. You really don't mind the traffic going home. . . it makes your MDRF day last longer. . .gives you time to reflect on the friends you made that day and the people you feel you've always known and loved.
THAT's what www.friendsofmdrf.org is really all about. . . . the memories. . . . the friends. . . the love.
www.friendsofmdrf.org is where ye need be. . .check the left column for the bulletin board and join us! Or just go to: fomdrforg.proboards54.com . . .and bob'syeruncle. . . you're there! We also have a leading Renspace group for ye to join and you'll find yourself hugged by fellow MDRF folk who've helped us grow since we started in 2002. We be yer first, best choice for traditional MDRF adventure and friendship.
I know I've touted our group so many times in the last five seasons, but this being our sixth makes it all that more special. I'm so happy to just be a part of friends who have MDRF in common. Every year our lil' group changes. People drift off and new people find us. . . yet we all have this MDRF bond. . .from every lifestyle and every walk of life.
'Tis not about monthly get-togethers, how drunk we can get, what cigars we smoke, or the gosip that dramatizes lives. . . it's about our friendships and how we can give a hug to someone we might not if we didn't know them from festival. It's that sparkle we find in each other's eyes at the thought of good King Henry ordering the opening of the gates at 10 a.m. on a brisk Autumn morning.
It's the miserable heat of August, yet we're wearing the equivalent of a couch on our bodies. . . it's the cold of late October when frost melts off our mugs of hot wine. It's the laughter of the first O'Danny Girls show and the sadness of the last Pub Sing. It's watching Johnny Fox burst his eyeball for the 20-millionth time and still not being able to look. . . . It's being mesmerized by Lurk as he dances 11 feet in the air on stilts.
Giant bubbles from a bubble wand, the sound of the pipe organ on Sunday, the smell of steak-on-a-stake, and the cold nectar of a morning cider. A child laughs with his grandparent at Hilby's antics, the young women swoon at the talents of Fight School, and a history teacher nods with appreciation of a Tudor king selecting another bride.
You love Saturday mornings when you walk past Stupina at the fountain and you dread Sunday nights when the torch-lit parade heads out of the White Hart. When you sit in traffic, half of your garb in the seat behind you and the white dust of the lot on the hood of your car, you smile. You really don't mind the traffic going home. . . it makes your MDRF day last longer. . .gives you time to reflect on the friends you made that day and the people you feel you've always known and loved.
THAT's what www.friendsofmdrf.org is really all about. . . . the memories. . . . the friends. . . the love.