May Day, Open Studios...

woke up just before 6, was dressed, driven and legally parked in Harvard Square within 15 minutes.
(coraline has a few photos of the event. none of me, but, check out the caller's daughter with her training morris-dancer bells. aw... also includes a shot of the golf bag one morris troupe uses to carry their sticks. practical, but still gets a giggle.)

Ah the rituals of May Day: the may songs, the may pole dance, the "yoinks! it's 8 am! I have to go start feeding the parking meter!" dance. This coincided with the procession from the second maypole point, in a quad, to the final one, plaza de Ur Ban Pain. Although spinrabbit and I caved to our dire need for caffiene at least an hour earlier. This was my first Harvard May Day on a weekend, usually half the folks disappear around 8 to go to work.

Since the troupe that goes to the Somerville may pole let me know they wouldn't be getting there until 11, I went home in theory to nap, but instead was engaged in little cleaning projects the whole time (still a ways to go).

Eventually gave in and went over, watched the dancers, ignored exhortations to wear sunscreen, and dozed in the shade until hauntmeister arrived. We then fetched the Pope and began 6 hours of Open Studios.

We didn't cover even half of it. It's just too big. When confronted with a big shady backyard and hosts happy to have you hang out for a while, it's hard not to slow down.

Cell phones are handy, not just to rendezvous, or to extricate someone from a dragging conversation, but also to report on scouting missions.

If you are doing any open studios today, Go To #7, on college ave.

The old masonic lodge has been converted to a private residence by crazy Russians. (Crazy in this case means constant bickering in Russian, which is aggravating for me because I recognize half the words but can't remember what they mean.) So, aside from the masonic stuff, which is neat, the entire sanctuary/hall area is covered with paintings. I'm still not sure they're frescos by jbsegal strict definitions, but, nonetheless, do check this out.

I would recommend this over Hilary Scott. Although, you really must see both.

Hilary has the second floor open this year. (Always look up.) Once the Pope started playing with the nerf cannon, Hilary showed him the portable, shoulder-mounted (nerf?) catapault.

We did eventually pry ourselves away, I'd received several calls about #7, and was to meet haptotrope there, the only time we overlapped, and to pick up hammercock and trowa_barton to go to the final stop area, near Mad Oyster, where I hung out with most of miss_chance's friends page, finally, in person. (One of her building-mates got the same photo from the bloom project that I use for LJ!) We compared notes long enough that I missed seeing Saved at the Film Festival. But, if it's good, it'll be back.

(I used this excuse again when I missed Monster Road, aside from the fact that I probably couldn't've stayed awake if I'd tried, sitting in a dark room. Thus far: Rick was a thumbs down, Luck and Frank International Film Festival both thumbs up.)

Ended up at sushi, which I probably shouldn't've, there was plenty of food at the birthday party (as well as tasty open porch goodness), and this has already been a weekend of overspending, with still today to go.

I walked home, grateful that I am one of those people who enjoys flowers trying to mate in my nose, enjoying the bike path trees getting closer to that snowing petals stage, and was so tired I went to bed without checking my email!

Today, more studios, and more movies. and free outdoor concerts if the weather holds.

May Day, Open Studios...

woke up just before 6, was dressed, driven and legally parked in Harvard Square within 15 minutes.
(coraline has a few photos of the event. none of me, but, check out the caller's daughter with her training morris-dancer bells. aw... also includes a shot of the golf bag one morris troupe uses to carry their sticks. practical, but still gets a giggle.)

Ah the rituals of May Day: the may songs, the may pole dance, the "yoinks! it's 8 am! I have to go start feeding the parking meter!" dance. This coincided with the procession from the second maypole point, in a quad, to the final one, plaza de Ur Ban Pain. Although spinrabbit and I caved to our dire need for caffiene at least an hour earlier. This was my first Harvard May Day on a weekend, usually half the folks disappear around 8 to go to work.

Since the troupe that goes to the Somerville may pole let me know they wouldn't be getting there until 11, I went home in theory to nap, but instead was engaged in little cleaning projects the whole time (still a ways to go).

Eventually gave in and went over, watched the dancers, ignored exhortations to wear sunscreen, and dozed in the shade until hauntmeister arrived. We then fetched the Pope and began 6 hours of Open Studios.

We didn't cover even half of it. It's just too big. When confronted with a big shady backyard and hosts happy to have you hang out for a while, it's hard not to slow down.

Cell phones are handy, not just to rendezvous, or to extricate someone from a dragging conversation, but also to report on scouting missions.

If you are doing any open studios today, Go To #7, on college ave.

The old masonic lodge has been converted to a private residence by crazy Russians. (Crazy in this case means constant bickering in Russian, which is aggravating for me because I recognize half the words but can't remember what they mean.) So, aside from the masonic stuff, which is neat, the entire sanctuary/hall area is covered with paintings. I'm still not sure they're frescos by jbsegal strict definitions, but, nonetheless, do check this out.

I would recommend this over Hilary Scott. Although, you really must see both.

Hilary has the second floor open this year. (Always look up.) Once the Pope started playing with the nerf cannon, Hilary showed him the portable, shoulder-mounted (nerf?) catapault.

We did eventually pry ourselves away, I'd received several calls about #7, and was to meet haptotrope there, the only time we overlapped, and to pick up hammercock and trowa_barton to go to the final stop area, near Mad Oyster, where I hung out with most of miss_chance's friends page, finally, in person. (One of her building-mates got the same photo from the bloom project that I use for LJ!) We compared notes long enough that I missed seeing Saved at the Film Festival. But, if it's good, it'll be back.

(I used this excuse again when I missed Monster Road, aside from the fact that I probably couldn't've stayed awake if I'd tried, sitting in a dark room. Thus far: Rick was a thumbs down, Luck and Frank International Film Festival both thumbs up.)

Ended up at sushi, which I probably shouldn't've, there was plenty of food at the birthday party (as well as tasty open porch goodness), and this has already been a weekend of overspending, with still today to go.

I walked home, grateful that I am one of those people who enjoys flowers trying to mate in my nose, enjoying the bike path trees getting closer to that snowing petals stage, and was so tired I went to bed without checking my email!

Today, more studios, and more movies. and free outdoor concerts if the weather holds.