Of bawdy ballads and times past

Returned from Boston unscathed.

We spent a lovely weekend visiting people we had not seen in far too long. May such trips occur again in the future.

There was roleplaying in the park. (Not LARPing, thank you, nice unobtrusive roleplaying consisting of sitting around laughing at each other.) We did not attract notice, in part because we are clean cut, respectable young people, and in part because the homeless people who apparently had set up a little camp to the side decided to have a fight. No physical violence (to our voyaristic disappointment), but a lot of cursing and screaming done by people wearing odd and extremely dirty clothes. And one woman wandering around singing and talking to herself.

Interesting place, Boston.

The highlight activity for the weekend was a trip to Medieval Manor, where you are fed copious amounts of food with no silverware while actors pretend to be of some generic old time period ("Wench" clothes, a king wearing pantyhose who tries to recite Shakespeare, singing of songs including the Simon and Garfunkel arrangement of "Scarborough Faire", etc.) Historically accurate, it was not. Entertaining, however - most definitely. And the food was really rather good, and staggeringly plentiful.

Then we retreated to lyriendel's pad for wine, Dance Dance Revolution, and movies.

After brunch in the morning, we were back on our way home, accompanied by a bunch of seriously twitty ditzes who we managed to get crammed in with at the back of our bus. Sigh.

It was lovely to see everyone. Hope to do it again soon.