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Jul. 20th, 2005 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizziebelleTigger came directly from Paris to Brushwood, and he was making up for lost time. His tent was down the path from mine, and I had to pass it on my way up & down. His tentmate was known as Kitten, and she lives up to her nickname. The day I was taking down my tent, I heard unmistakable sounds coming from the tent. I had to smile to myself; last year, I was treated to something similar from Tig as I was putting up my tent. At one point, as I was carrying another load down to the car, the tent flap unzipped and out came Tigger, Kitten, and another woman. Go Tig!
The first weekend, there was another group at Brushwood called the Hash House Harriers. They were there last year, too. They're a drinking group with a running problem. Yes, they drink and run. At the same time, apparently. Very curious group of folks. They seem to enjoy being at camp with a bunch of naked & seminaked Pagans. One night, we were at the roundhouse (where they build a big fire and drum & dance), and one woman went up to my friend Cymbri and asked her what she was supposed to do. Cymbri told her we dance around the fire, and got up to dance. The woman also started to dance around the fire, with a booze bottle about 1/3 full in her hand. It was very surreal.
The drumming sucked at the beginning of the week. By about Wednesday, though, enough drummers had arrived to make sweet music, and I danced around the fire a lot. It was also warm at night, so I didn't have to shed layers just to get near the fire. It was lovely. There's nothing quite like really good drumming to get me off my feet!
The first weekend, there was another group at Brushwood called the Hash House Harriers. They were there last year, too. They're a drinking group with a running problem. Yes, they drink and run. At the same time, apparently. Very curious group of folks. They seem to enjoy being at camp with a bunch of naked & seminaked Pagans. One night, we were at the roundhouse (where they build a big fire and drum & dance), and one woman went up to my friend Cymbri and asked her what she was supposed to do. Cymbri told her we dance around the fire, and got up to dance. The woman also started to dance around the fire, with a booze bottle about 1/3 full in her hand. It was very surreal.
The drumming sucked at the beginning of the week. By about Wednesday, though, enough drummers had arrived to make sweet music, and I danced around the fire a lot. It was also warm at night, so I didn't have to shed layers just to get near the fire. It was lovely. There's nothing quite like really good drumming to get me off my feet!
