6/2/05
I know, "other people's parties" and all that, but the annual Jartacular is simply a way for everyone to have shared experiences so that we don't fall into the trap of believing 1986 was any better than it was. A few images:
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some of us at Bash Bish Falls in Copake
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Annie, Jack and Lindsay
Also, Lucy got to meet some of the people that will shape her life, even if she had no idea that was what she was doing:
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mom, Aunt Michelle and Grandma Linda - this photo and below by the wonderful Susan Stava
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en route to the next adventure
Random highlights? Salem shipped 20 gorgeous pieces of lamb from Georgia, sumptiously grilled by off-Broadway's Alex Draper; we performed "Mr. Blue Sky" by ELO in its entirety at the talent show; some songs from Fleet Week were debuted; Jon Gray gave a rousing rendition of his original "Don Cornelius"; and during the quiz show, Scotty was fined 25 points for not taking shit about Dook in stride.
Best quiz show questions were probably "I'm a synonym for boobs and I have a hell of an anthology - what am I?" and "Ann graduated from a prestigious college near Asheville founded partially by Tessa's sister - what school was it?" and of course, Brian Walsh did "Name That Tune" for "West End Girls" by the Pet Shop Boys before the drumbeat even started.
Jon Vaden took a 5-iron left in our barn in 1948, and got on the green in two. Block walked a mile through fog to his B&B. There was 12-year old Macallan scotch and Saranac beer. And even when it rained, it gave us this:
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Prompting awe:
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Yeah, so, even though some of us got pretty sick, these things are always worth gold in retrospect.
Posted by Ian Williams at June 2, 2005 10:52 PMyes, yes, but you didn't mention how WELL you performed "Mr. Blue Sky"--we want the rave reviews!!!!
Gorgeous pics, Lucy is amazing, and I wouldn't have believed the rainbow without seeing it. Just PROMISE me you didn't do some kind of fancy cut and past tabloid trick to make it so. I still want to beleive that certain factions of the press, like your blog, are uncorruptable...
yours in socialist liberalism.ps--go easy on reintroduction of food into your system; the relationship has been sorely tested. Glad you are feeling better! :)
Well, this is the last one I'll ever miss. Lamb chops are kind of a wild card gift, so I hope they grilled well and weren't too much trouble.
A rainbow! Ooooh!!
Forget the Jarts. Sorry if you equate the ban with Republicans, but they sound dangerous. If you're for gun control, then the idea of kids throwing pointed spears across your lawn should raise alarms as well.
Hmmm, looks like Seth's too interested in his Saranac to bother checking out the rainbow...
Salem, we missed you! YOU BETTAH be there next time--
For some reason I didn't think that the story about Block walking home in the fog was going to be pointed out as the most notable moment in HIS weekend--(urp!)
New parents, never before have babies been cuter.
I'll say this, Mr. Blue Sky got better as it went along, and by the time the three part harmony kicked in it was good, and then the guitar solo was great. The end was catastrophic.
But, man, that Fleet Week stuff looks awesome! Best show since "Good Vibrations"!!!
Just in case you missed it, Quinn Cummings has a "Mr. Blue Sky" reference in her blog today as well... Small world!
Yeah, not such a coincidence. Reading about Ian's plans is what put the song into brain rotation for me.
You throw a fabulous shindig, I.
I'm not missing it next year, either! Think they'll let me bring my set of jarts on the plane? hmmmm....
And that Lucy is the cutest thing ever!
You'll Jart your eye out.
Ian, thanks again for creating your site. I appreciate having somewhere to place my thoughts among intelligent people. The posts are most interesting, frequently fascinating, and sometimes brilliant. As are your Compelling Words. Best wishes to you and yours…
Killian, thanks for bringing the cake and candles.
Jaws, thanks for being on every theater marquee 30 years ago when I was driving around Cape Cod that summer in my van with the green shag carpet.
John Dean, thanks for helping to expose Nixon as a fascist swine, and your continuing effort in the Good Fight.
Deep Throat, thanks for your courage in going mano a mano against Tricky Dick, and beating the son of a bitch like a gong.
Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, thanks for Everything.
Deep Throat really licked Tricky Dick.
Huh huh huh huh huh.