Snowbound and Irate

Well, I got what I wanted in some senses, and what I deserved in others. Which is probably the proper balance for that sort of thing, but that's a very zen sort of way to look at it, and my feng shui is all sorts of fucked up right now.

Homecoming was...well, not exactly what I expected it to be. However, I'm fairly certain that I didn't make a fool of myself playing with the band, so I'll at least count that part of things as a success. Honestly, the whole event made me inclined to give out extra awards. In fact...

* For "Shortest Reign of a Queen", Dot Rothschild. I mean, we're talking putting Lady Jane Gray to shame. However short, she was spectacular in her noblesse oblige.

* For "Best Catch of the Crown", Jane Austen. Because taking over after the abdication with that much grace and style takes talent. Plus, the crown was cute perched on Howie's head.

* For "Most Spectacular Failed Kidnapping", Chris de Troyes. Because that level of death-defying stupidity in the name of a girl is hard to resist. Especially if the girl is smart like this one.

* For "Had Most Fun On the Dance Floor", Hildy Doolittle. I'm sorry, the band has the best view of that sort of thing, and she wins hands-down.

* For "Clearly Born To be King", Nico Machiavelli. I mean, the man even arrived with appropriate entourage and courtiers. How can you beat that?

* For "Cutest Band Groupie", Anne Bronte. Even if she was technically our only groupie. And not my groupie, at that.

Aside from playing with the band? The rest of my evening could have gone better. Spectacularly so, in fact. Let's just leave it at that. The appropriate parties know what happened. Maybe they'll be kind enough at some point to even tell me.

Also, you all can consider this your official notice that announcements will be forthcoming regarding Dot's "Took the Crown" celebration, with the funds gathered up at the fundraising pizza bash. I'm aiming for a good weekend after this one, but well before finals. Suggestions welcome on all fronts: location, DJing, specific timing, and so on.

In less official and more 'keeping the rumors in check' news, word has it that the king -- at least the crowned king, since Freddy didn't make the dance -- was felled by a mysterious ailment Sunday night. As one of the guys on the spot, I can say that yes, he was taken away by ambulance. I can also say that, as of the very next morning, Nico was also awake and bored out of his skull in the hospital. He's already posted himself, I know, but consider this secondary confirmation that his majesty is in need of distraction. So drop by and drive the nurses up the wall.

Which brings us to Thanksgiving. No way my parents are fronting for a flight to India, so I'm on my own recognizance for the holiday. I did have plans for a road trip, but those seem to be unexpectedly nixed by fate and the legal system -- and honestly, I'm not entirely certain they wouldn't have been canceled anyway for other reasons. There had been nebulous plans elsewhere for a shorter road trip, but given the events of the last week, I'm not sure those are game either. So I'm weighing the benefits of taking that shorter trip on my own, so I'm not sitting around MacArthur alone for Thanksgiving. After all, I can come back and sit around for the rest of the weekend just fine.

Maybe I should bring back a turkey and try out the kitchen in MacArthur on Black Friday. If I even really leave town. Anyone who's sticking it out is welcome to come by. If you do? Bring pie.

To: Karen Dinesen [kdinesen@euphememail.net]
From: William Pendennis [wpendennis@euphememail.net]
Subject: Events at Home (was: Out of Town for some time)

Tanne,

I'm sorry you're telling me over email as well. Please, be careful; I'm sure the Machiavellis will do their best in these matters. You can call or write at any time, if you have need.

Speaking of Machiavelli: I attempted to reach you before your flight, but you either weren't answering your phone or had already turned it off. Nico was taken to the hospital last night; it's unclear exactly what happened, but he passed out in someone's room and was foaming at the mouth, and they had to pump his stomach. I went to the hospital first thing this morning, and he was awake, coherent, and seemingly fine. I'm not certain what happened, but I wanted to make sure you heard from someone directly rather than through the grapevine. The nurse seemed to think they'd be keeping him there for observation for a few days. If I hear more, you will be the first to know.

Is there anything that you need taken care of, while you're away, that I can handle? I imagine you will let me do that much, still?

Bill