Thursday, September 20, 2007

Mouse and Chicken Go To Town

How does one sum up a day like yesterday? I have no idea where to start, so I guess I'll start at the beginning. I met Knotty Mouse at the Yarn Garden, one of the few shops in the area I had never previously pillaged (somehow it had totally escaped my notice) in the early afternoon and whisked her away for a no holds barred, Thelma and Louise style day of knitterly hijinks and that special sort of mass hysteria only the arrival of the Yarn Harlot could perpetrate on Atlanta. After briefly looting a sari shop, we stopped at Taj Mahal for British Cadburys, made a quick hit and run on Needle Nook and wound our way down to the heart of town to meet up with several hundred of our closest friends.

Mouse taught Chicken that fresh bread and Cadburys makes a great sandwich.
A Mouse in the Yarnmobile Later that evening, Chicken would teach Mouse that beer and cameras do not mix.

Zoom really is just what it sounds like.  Funny, that. But I am getting ahead of myself.

After subjecting Mouse briefly to my cats and introducing her to my hen Ophelia, my husband played chauffeur and dropped us off at the corner of St. Charles and N. Highland to begin the evenings' festivities. First on the agenda was a little light queueing...

Which immediately devolved into general revelry and observance of International Talk Like a Pirate Day, wherein otherwise poised and polished women proved what scallywags they can really be.
Ahoy, Mateys! And to our stern were some of the happiest knitters in the world, I think. They sure look it.
Happy Happy Joy Joy Before long, we were inside and I found myself happily ensconced in the Hilan Theater with a beer in one hand and a camera in the other. And there were bloggers everywhere (and the occasional pirate celebratee).

First we have Snarky who looked for a while like she was conducting a sing-a-long.
Now here we have the ever serene Claudia, and the back of Janice's head. This was the first time I have ever seen Janice in person, and I have to say that I would have felt like a total freak for shouting "I'm the Chickengoddess!" at her across about 4 or 5 rows while pointing to myself (and jumping up and down slightly) if it weren't for the beer. Oh, crap, I did that, didn't I? What you really can't see in this picture (except for her beer) is Hockeymom, who is completely psycho, and I mean that in the best way possible. Betwixt us there was much throwing of the horns and promises of stagediving, and had I not been wearing glasses I can't afford to break there would have been some headbanging too. Maybe it's a good thing we didn't try, ultimately, or we might have run into trouble with Jane (and I would have paid for yet another of my Chiropractors' kids' college educations). Speaking of Jane...
It was her birthday! And she volunteered to work! What a great and generous spirit you have!

Meanwhile, Mouse and I were joined by the sadly blogless Laura, who arrived sporting a bag every knitter should have.
She joined myself and Mouse and got me another beer, wherein I proceeded to enter the "I love you, man!" phase of the evening. While evilsciencechick and Nytefalle looked on, Jen helped by putting on her best Rhinegold Maiden pose...

Ready for Oktoberfest And I got all soppy with the camera.
I love you, man!
I love you, man! So it was undoubtedly somewhat to the relief of all the poor people sitting around me that a few minutes later Kim took the stage and then it was all about the Yarn Harlot.

And she brought her sock.

Rockstar Apparently with just 2 beers in me I can no longer knit and I holler like a 20 year old redneck. Sad but true.

While Famous Steve surveyed the scene from the balcony...

we all fell under the Harlot's spell.

Deb, I am so sorry I didn't get a picture of you! I loved meeting you, and I hope we can run into each other again soon!

We met so many new friends, and saw so many amazing and talented knitters. I think it will take me at least a full week to absorb all of it. Thank you Kim, for making this happen. Without you and Knitch, I never would have met so many wonderful people, or Stephanie, who was tired but warm and gracious even through the late hours.

Thanks most of all to you, Mouse, for hanging out with me. I had a great time, and I hope you did too. I love you, man!


Mouse said...

I think its really amusing that I wasn't drinking yet your photographs are much better than mine.. even the one where we tried to blog ourselves with two cameras looks pro. I was having too much fun to take photos, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I had a great time.. thank you for hanging out with me.

Janice in GA said...

I am SO SORRY I didn't get to chat with you! I had to run out right after the talk to do a petsitting visit and to feed my own dogs!

Hopefully we can meet again before the next time the Harlot comes to town! :)

funfairiegirl said...



fun was had. beer is good. pictures are fun.

I see you also got my favorite knitter ever in one of your pictures. that is all I will say about that. not which. not who. not why. and no more grumpiness on my part on that subject.

jenifleur said...

Woot! I felt jetlagged all day yesterday from it. It may take me all week to fully recover. Good to see you, let's do it again Sunday.

Hockey Mom said...

Woo hoo! Freebird! It was great and I'm sorry I didn't get to hang out with you!

Sunday? Hmmmm?

turtlegirl76 said...

I think I've nearly recovered. Nearly. And hey, mouse, at least y'all remembered you HAD your camera BEFORE the signing. I'm such a dork.

J.P. said...

It was so much fun to meet and hang out with you!