Report on the Bluebeard Contest Vote at Bluestone Mansion
Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:31 pm
Resplendent in the silk robes of a mandarin, Blue greeted the arriving judges, who also were resplendent. Dennis and Tommy Bailey flew in for the vote. Other judges drove to the mansion. Sandi hitchhiked. She said wearing her Vampira costume made getting picked up a snap, especially since some of the snaps on her costume were missing. Unfortunately, by the time they dropped her off, all of Sandi's rides were stone deaf.
Pleasantries were exchanged over cocktails in the Hemlock Lounge, and then the voting got underway. However, a dispute over the first-place pick threw JohnM and Sandi into a no-holds-barred wrestling match. This was quickly settled (Sandi 3 falls to1), but then everyone insisted on wrestling Sandi. Being sidelined by a recent injury, I sat in the corner reading my dog-eared copy of "The Hobbit."
The voting was finally about to resume, when Big O asked what a photo-manipulation was. Capgun Chuck jumped up, and using an elaborate series of chalkboard illustrations explained it all. This took some time, but at last voting recommenced, and then was quickly settled. Blue attempted to get the results out to FF Central, only to discover his computer had crashed again, and the phone line was dead. We all were extremely worried, but smiling confidently, Blue immediately launched his crack squadron of carrier pigeons. Sadly, every one of the gallant little statue-shiters was immediately shot down in flames by Dead Skirts antiaircraft batteries. The situation was desperate when Blue grimly said, "One man flying low might make it." Gallant Dennis volunteered and he did, make that is.
Greatly relieved, we sat down to a sumptuous banquet catered by Ah Chu Chinese Takeout & Skateboard Rental. Lively table conversations roamed over topics like why George Bush was like Hitler and Barack Obama was like Stalin. The splendid repast was almost over when suddenly Suzi, Petra and Hunter burst onto the scene, mounted on Ah Chu skateboards! They immediately launched themselves onto the assembled judiciary in a display of raw animal passion, the like of which I have never seen! (Tommy Bailey missed all this, because he had fallen sound asleep into his vegetarian lo mein.) Overcome by the startling sight, I grew faint and blacked out.
I awoke on a bus that had been charted by a Hadassah group for a trip to a Montreal flea market. Deafened by the roar of jangling bangle bracelets, I passed out again. How I awoke in the Bowery is a mystery I hope will never be solved. Had it all been a wonderful dream?
Now that I'm home and sober, I want to thank everyone associated with Bluebeard - the generous sponsor/judges, membership judges and Blue for also providing the venue. Of course special thanks go to all the talented manipulation artists who contributed their remarkable works. I hope you all have had as much fun with Bluebeard as I have. If you have, let's do it again next year.
Roving Reporter Al
Pleasantries were exchanged over cocktails in the Hemlock Lounge, and then the voting got underway. However, a dispute over the first-place pick threw JohnM and Sandi into a no-holds-barred wrestling match. This was quickly settled (Sandi 3 falls to1), but then everyone insisted on wrestling Sandi. Being sidelined by a recent injury, I sat in the corner reading my dog-eared copy of "The Hobbit."
The voting was finally about to resume, when Big O asked what a photo-manipulation was. Capgun Chuck jumped up, and using an elaborate series of chalkboard illustrations explained it all. This took some time, but at last voting recommenced, and then was quickly settled. Blue attempted to get the results out to FF Central, only to discover his computer had crashed again, and the phone line was dead. We all were extremely worried, but smiling confidently, Blue immediately launched his crack squadron of carrier pigeons. Sadly, every one of the gallant little statue-shiters was immediately shot down in flames by Dead Skirts antiaircraft batteries. The situation was desperate when Blue grimly said, "One man flying low might make it." Gallant Dennis volunteered and he did, make that is.
Greatly relieved, we sat down to a sumptuous banquet catered by Ah Chu Chinese Takeout & Skateboard Rental. Lively table conversations roamed over topics like why George Bush was like Hitler and Barack Obama was like Stalin. The splendid repast was almost over when suddenly Suzi, Petra and Hunter burst onto the scene, mounted on Ah Chu skateboards! They immediately launched themselves onto the assembled judiciary in a display of raw animal passion, the like of which I have never seen! (Tommy Bailey missed all this, because he had fallen sound asleep into his vegetarian lo mein.) Overcome by the startling sight, I grew faint and blacked out.
I awoke on a bus that had been charted by a Hadassah group for a trip to a Montreal flea market. Deafened by the roar of jangling bangle bracelets, I passed out again. How I awoke in the Bowery is a mystery I hope will never be solved. Had it all been a wonderful dream?
Now that I'm home and sober, I want to thank everyone associated with Bluebeard - the generous sponsor/judges, membership judges and Blue for also providing the venue. Of course special thanks go to all the talented manipulation artists who contributed their remarkable works. I hope you all have had as much fun with Bluebeard as I have. If you have, let's do it again next year.
Roving Reporter Al