The conference was a blast, professionally invigorating and socially uplifting. A really great time with really great people in a crazycakes blast-from-the-past location. Like, literally.
I knew it was Colonial Williamsburg, I knew the village was said to be like stepping into the 18th century, but with recycling. But I didn't know exactly what to expect when I first walked on over there.
It was so pretty! Quiet and unassuming and cool. I loved all the fences made from random sticks, and the pretty tree lined path that led into the village. Along the way, I stopped in for a little the-YAY-tah.
|Romeo and Juliet, remixed.|
|err....just a blacksmith|
|ah, there's a handsome blacksmith!|
But Uncle Merv isn't here to tell you about Irish car bombs (puke). Uncle Merv is here to show you the gathering of the troops!
|This was billed as "addressing the troops." What do you think he's telling them?|
|"Make ready....aim...Shoot the tourists!"|
|My, what a big gun you have, sir!|
|Bindery and bookmaker (love)|
|Apothecary, where you could see the doctor or just buy the stuff to treat yourself|
|View of the gallows from a cell in the Public Gaol|
|And the cabinetmaker, ach. A lovely man who let me talk about my Dad for a longish while.|
Get off my lawn.