Mood:
party time!So...back from London town now.
Is there anything as awful as the horrible, sad feelings one has when returning to routine after a very marvelous, whirlwind holiday? I think not.
London is such a dynamic, exhilerating, exhausting place...the museums were almost too much to bear...the whisper of history so affecting.
Yes, difficult to go back to life as usual. Anyhow,
one of the highlights of the trip (well,ok...for me)
was an evening spent at the Windsor Castle pub with some of the lovely gents of the Handlebar Club!
Here...about to enter into the hallowed Tache Zone.
(Ah, my mister is such a good sport.)
The Commander-in-Chief, Ted Sedman, was the only one there upon our arrival. He was quite friendly and chatty...very amusing...and booked my passage on the H.M.S. Stella Artois right away. Soon, a few more taches trickled in. Then it got very serious.
There was gavel-banging, minutes were read, motions declared...
Just kidding! It was all jovial conversation, mingling, and searching for the bottoms of pint glasses in the noisy pub...not to mention frequent, offhanded, and most likely unconscious tache adjustments by a few members. Er...not that I noticed...ahem...
Great fun, leaving me with a wonderful souvenir- a warm, Stella-colored memory of a night at the Windsor Castle among congenial taches.
I must have been having a good time, as I never really smile for a photo. That's the Prez himself, in the official red HBC sweater.
Left to right: (back) Ted, a grinning idiot, Albert, and Steve. (front) Rod (Club secretary).
Thanks so much to the Handlebar Club for their hospitality. The mister also recorded a special message from Mr. Sedman that we hope to use on the song "Whiskered Away" someday. Wonderful.
And also wonderful to them, I suspect, is that I have no plausible excuse to bother them anymore! Ah, well...perhaps the three of us can come up with something at some point.
Now, back to the grind...
There are upcoming performances to prepare for!
