Lily's Event Review
Geez! If I'd known there was so much to see, I wouldn't have tired myself out so much on the drive up. But after four hours of squirming around in a damp diaper, I don't think a lady should be required to perform at social functions, at least not without a proper bottle.
My mom and dad were busy from the start, remembering names and juggling gear. I found myself being passed from one set of hands to another, as folks sampled my cozy bottom and twinkling glance. Friendly and smiling, everyone made me feel very welcome.My dad, after changing his t-shirt, seemed to get quickly swept up in the escalating music and movement. I could swear I saw glitter in his wake.
My eyes were kept busy: all around me, inside and out, were displays of art, each apparently either done by kids with electric scissors, or left by some undiscovered Carlisle indians who had glue-gun technology. Smiling people were walking (or bouncing) by, in motion with the music, or within rhythms of their own, conducting internal orchestras with notes made of stars and comets, crystal tones hovering like soapbubbles within their reach. Curious.
The music was a particularly fun part of the scene. Valerie's dad and his friends played several lovely tunes, though I have to admit that I slept through Scarlet Fire. And like most attendees, the second set is a bit blurry. I saw my folks jumping around in a way that reminded me of those tree-leaf shadows on my wall at home. I think I myself am going to enjoy dancing.
I'm not too good with names, or even faces, but I think I met just about everyone who was there, and performed some of my small tricks for them. I think my success rate was up in the high nineties. I even made a suprise inspection at 3:30am, catching several drowsy people in my web of charm before I passed out.
By the next morning, when most of the haze had lifted, many of the curious sights and smells had changed. It reminded me of a song lyric: "...the band's all packed and gone, were they ever here at all?" One by one, brave survivors lined up for coffee. Thanks to our gracious hosts we all had a round robin with pancakes and bagels and formula, spending quality time with all sorts of friendly Carlisle kinfolk, and the occasional cat, while we all counted fingers and toes, and retraced the storylines of the night before. And my buddy Val showed up! We both agreed that the group could use a lot more children. They say they are easy to make.
On the whole, these Yankee relations of ours seemed pretty decent, not hard on the eyes, and since nobody dropped me, I'd give them two thumbs up! That is, oops, um, wait a minute....
Thanks and love to everyone, see you next time!