Friday night in Steelhead, the call was put out for a "Steampunk Football Tailgate" themed dance. Now I confess my ignorance of American football (with the exception of the quote from Giles in Buffy "I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby"), however my dear wife, being Canadian, wasn't much help either. Her brother's description wasn't terribly enlightening either. So even now I'm no closer to understanding the tailgate bit. However I did bring the Steam-powered esky, and it was fun :-)
Myself, Mrs. DeCosta and another lady who's name I forget.
Melissa with her cigarette and Tensai, with her Kryptonite pom poms.
Lady Eva in the pink, and my lovely wife in her cog corset.
A riské umpire (I think) and Miss Weatherwax after she had been into the jägerbrau
Lunar and his favourite chicken.
From there is was off to a secret locale to help Steelhead's own Avil Editor, Eladrienne Laval, celebrate
having successfully wasted a year online her first Rez Day.
An assortment of shapes, sizes and outfits.
Which included Mr. Nix Sands as The Artist formerly known as The Artist Formerly Known as Prince.
Then is was home to do some finish touches on the Radio Riel build before heading to bed.
1 comments:
My good Earl,
I have it from my motivating spirit, who has spent much time in the Americas, that the 'tailgate' part refers to a sort of picnicking done on the gate of one's waggon. The waggon has, apparently, brought one to the game pitch and then serves as a conveniently stable platform for food preparation and service.
It lends itself to meals able to be cooked on smaller portable devices such as grills, or cold lunches with the ingredients kept on ice in chests.
Apparently beer of some sort is not only requisite, but vital, and in large quantities.
Yrs.,
Klaus Wulfenbach
Post a Comment