ES - Armand's Education

[Valentyn]

Ah...hardly an hour passed, and the incongruencies in Armand's version are
already being brought to light.  I suggest we hear from someone else with
a different, more entertaining perspective on the events.  :)

Valentyn

----- Original Message -----
From: Dale, Richard N <DaleRN at aetna.com>
To: <elfsea at Ansteorra.ORG>
Sent: Monday, August 23, 1999 4:46 PM
Subject: RE: ES - Armand's Education


> Armand it was not Stasha who was with us!
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Armand Dragonetti [mailto:dragonetti at generich.com]
> Sent: Monday, August 23, 1999 3:54 PM
> To: elfsea at Ansteorra.ORG
> Subject: ES - Armand's Education
>
>
> Big Sigh.......OK. Well.....might as well get it over with.
>
> One evening at Pennsic, Mistress Stasha and Master Richard embarked on a
> quest for excitement, bringing the young, *innocent*, Armand along with
> them. (Ssshhh, no laughing.) After inspecting a hoffla (sp?) or two, this
> merry troupe continued through the expanse of Pennsic to stumble upon a
> party that featured woad painting, of which Armand had never seen.The
> painting was free and all were invited to have some lovely artwork applied
> to themselves. The line was long, as many availed themselves of this
> opportunity. ALL parts of the anatomy were allowed as canvas for this
> artwork. (Which, I might add, is not necessarily a good thing). Many then
> wished to show off their new look around the fire during a Middle Eastern
> dance session. Having not found the refreshments extraordinarily
noteworthy,
> Mistress Stasha and Master Richard chose to resume their quest. Armand's
> feet were begging for rest, but reluctantly took him along with his
guides.
> After a short trek, it was decided that the hour was growing late and we
> should return to our own encampment. However, we were faced with quite a
> hike back and knew we would encounter several hills along the way. While
> Armand was tired and ready for bed, his burning feet would not allow the
> uphill trek home until they had first been given some rest. They knew the
> woad painting party was near by and that there he would see
> some.......chairs, and so took him there against his better judgment.
> Eventually the feet were again happy and Armand quickly removed himself
from
> the debauchery that had been forced upon him. (Armand did manage to escape
> without any woad painting applied to himself or being forced to dance
> without a shirt.) While this tale screams for embellishment, I have
> presented it without such. And that's no small feet. The moral of the
story:
> Beware of tired feet, you never know what trouble they may bring you.
>
> -=Armand=-
> Whose trouble may only be beginning.
>
> Please explain?
>
> Fearghus
>
> Wes Duke
>  <mailto:Wduke at insurdata.com> Wduke at insurdata.com
> 817-255-3240
>
>
> BM__MailData-----Original Message-----
> From:   Armand Dragonetti [ SMTP:dragonetti at generich.com
> <mailto:SMTP:dragonetti at generich.com> ]
>
>
> Woad painting? Woad painting?!? Aahhh, yes, I seem to recall some
> interesting woad painting upon some interesting canvases found at a camp
> that my chaperone's led me too.   8->
>
> -=Dragonetti=-
>
>
> > Hey Armand seen any woad painting lately?
> > (smirk)
> > Richard Fairbourne
>
>
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