[Bordermarch] Just some stuff that happens all the time to Elisabeth and me.

[David Lathrop]

HE Santiago is just now realizing that women ARE the superior race and CAN multitask.  We can keep an interesting conversation going, drive with one eye open to keep the men in our lives safe, while planning the next days events. Oh and WE can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan.
End of story!

Grace,
Elisabeth




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From: "Lathrop, Dave" <David.Lathrop at valero.com>
To: Barony Bordermarch <bordermarch at lists.ansteorra.org>
Sent: Mon, October 5, 2009 1:08:33 PM
Subject: [Bordermarch] Just some stuff that happens all the time to Elisabeth and me.

Three Queens was going to be a piece of cake; HE Elisabeth would talk non-stop with Lady Padraigin for the solid four hours it would take for me to drive them to the event.
Due to unforeseen circumstances Lady Padraigin bailed on us! I was stuck! I would now have to fill the void of conversation that Elisabeth so craves on our journeys to events. The ride home is not so bad because the ladies usually fall asleep.
Please do not confuse my whining with not wanting to converse with my Elisabeth, the truth of the matter is I've never had to talk to anyone for four hours straight! I actually thought it an impossibility.

For the first eight miles I was a demon! I talked about our future plans, the kids, the grandkids, the dogs tearing up the neighbors garbage cans, Sir Simonn's shiny helm, and then I was depleted! I was just a shell void of conversation.
With a little coaxing and some skillful manipulation of my empty mind, Elisabeth managed to get me to hold a conversation with her for the rest of the 3.85 hours to Three Queens.

We signed in a Gate and found a spot for the pavilion. Set-up was a breeze, we even walked around visiting before the fighting started. Once I sat down the wear and tear of our four-hour conversation began to take its toll on my usually boundless resource of energy. I began to develop a headache, I never get headaches!

At first I thought it was the lack of sleep caused by the previous evenings assassination attempt, but that never bothered me before. I decided to head for the truck to gather up some aspirin.
HE Elisabeth saw my distress and poured me some cool refreshment so I could take the medication. I was feeling better in no time, but I couldn't understand why I didn't want to talk to anyone.
It came to me in a flash! I had been sapped of strength by our four hour conversation on our way to the event!
When I explained to my Elisabeth why I was feeling so tired she puffed up and shot me the "Dead-Eye".

I told her our non-stop conversation had strained my vocal cords and all connecting tissue around them. I said our conversation was very much like a tennis match; you serve, I dive for the ball, struggle to find words, and return.
Elisabeth was not impressed.

I eventually regained a semblance of fortitude by consuming grapes and honey coated pine-nuts.

The day came to an end, and Bordermarch tore down our encampment. We headed out just in time to catch the torrential rain that lasted for better than 200 miles.
For the trip home Elisabeth laid her seat back and placed a nice fluffy pillow behind her head. She was wrapped up in her red wool travel blanky and said she was only getting comfortable for the ride home-I think Not!

Since she boasted she wasn't going to fall asleep, I kept a sharp eye on her.
She had just started to nod off when we heard the screeching tires of the truck behind us! I looked in the mirror and witnessed a ¾ ton Ford fishtailing closer and closer to our truck.
Traffic was stopped ahead of us, but I had to keep moving or the fishtailer would ram into us. The downpour wasn't helping, but the truck behind us finally came to a stop sort of side-ways a few feet from our truck!
Elisabeth was word as good as gold, she never did fall asleep, she even helped me drive by telling me when I was too close to another vehicle

When we got to the house, Elisabeth actually hit the sack before I did. I finally made it to the bed, and just as I was losing conscious thought I realized that sometimes it's the adventure and excitement of just getting to and from an event that makes it all worthwhile.

HE Santiago


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