Graduation Brunch: The Park, Sunday, mid-morning to mid-afternoon

[loverlyviolets]

A banner, the letters wrapped with fresh spring flowers, hung from the trees, spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2009! No missing letters or anything.

Spread out across the park were plenty of tables and chairs, some under the shade of picnic shelters, some out on the grass in the sunshine. For those who felt like getting back to nature, there were even red and white checked blankets spread out in a few areas for old-fashioned picnic-y goodness. Lack of ants not guaranteed.

The long table that ran along next to the picnic shelters was laden with a vast moddable array of traditional brillig-y food, including fruit, veggie snacks, breakfast pastries, sandwiches for the especially hungry or those who arrived more toward the unch end of brunch, and a wide variety of J,GoB-catered desserts. Drinks included coffee, tea, juices and soft drinks, and while there were plates provided, there were also wee picnic-basket-shaped trays for carrying things back to your seat, wherever that might be.

A space had been cleared for dancing, if people cared to do more than just listen to the light music being played through the speakers, and there was also an area set aside for outdoor games of croquet, horseshoes, or frisbee.

Everybody's welcome. Come celebrate with the Class of '09!

[OOC: Wait for the OCD. Don't make Eliza Doolittle have to cut a bitch. OPEN! And no one had to get cut! It's a good day!]

Comments

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Me too since I got here. So other than the lighthouse, you got any big plans for the summer?"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Tully shrugged. "Nah. Fish, sail, hang out on the beach. Maybe with some female company."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

That got a laugh. "Oh yah. Everything's better if ya can spend it with a lady."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Tried to teach Daisy how to ride a horse a week or so ago."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Ain't had the fortune of meetin' her yet. So how'd it go?"

And horseback riding. Hmmm...

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Not bad till it came to trotting."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Uh-oh. What happened?" He was totally up for a good tale.

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Well, have you ever ridden a horse?"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Plenty of times."

And he sooooo wasn't going to mention The Range Rider. Nope.

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Well you know how you're supposed to bounce in the saddle, in time with the horse. Turns out, Daisy doesn't have what you might call, rhythm."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

He had to laugh. It couldn't be helped. "She didn't fall off did she?"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"No, she warned me in time. Can you believe, she threatened to arrest the horse if it threw her."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Wow. I definitly gotta meet her now," he grinned. Because that sounded exactly like something he would do.

"Next time y'all go ridin', ride double. Tell her you're helpin' her to learn to ride." Wink.

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"That crossed my mind."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Then go for it, dude. I was thinkin' maybe I could get Abby Irene out for a ride too."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Don't think I've met her."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"You should. She's a detective for the Crown. Maybe I can get her to swing by the lighthouse someday."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Seriously? I didn't know the British government had it's own detectives. 'Cept maybe that Gerrold Band guy."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Well, they do where she's from. Not exactly the same kinda Britian we're used to, ya know?"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Oh it's one of those things. What's going on in her Britain?"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Oh dude, man... More like what ain't goin' on. She's not actually from Britian, New Amsterdam." He paused to let that sink in. "Apparently, there was never any revolutionary war."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Really? Well at least we didn't lose it."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"Uhm..." He had to wonder if Tully was really getting what he meant. "Kinda hard to lose somethin' if there ain't no 'we'. Like, dude, there's no US."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"Yeah I got that. Did the Brits just not piss us off in that dimension or what?"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[crazypilotman.livejournal.com]

"I got no idea. We didn't exactly get around to coverin' the details." Mainly because it had been becoming clear that it was going to be a point of contention that they likely wouldn't be able to agree on. So he'd passed on it. Maybe he'd persue that some other day.