Nonnie knows us so well! Everyone now and then she posts something that describes the members of this list.
Here's Nonnie (April 12, 2000)...
6. So assuming that we will never meet face to face, what about posting pictures? (Watch, Marsha will instantly set up the site, Barbara will schedule posting time and Tonia will have it on a website before Connie can analyze it, Clare can think of something naughty about it, Toni will ask for votes on it, Jean will meekly inquire if she can post her picture too, Colleen and Sheela will raise points of information, Jocelyn and Karen will have a new perspective on it, Laura B will want to act it out, Anne and Kristen will say how accurate it is, Pat will ask if she can catalogue it (Pat, it's the Pokemon effect), Vicky will calmly know exactly how it's supposed to be done, Patti will laugh at it, Anita will appreciate it, Mia will be quietly pleased in a dignified manner, and oh my goodness, I should stop now, since I have no idea whether people will be pleased or pissed that they've been named. I apologize if I have either listed you or left you out. (Hello, Helens, Priscilla you rascal, Laury when will it be June, Cassandra, Emma, Laurel, arghhhh, I must stop before I antagonize the entire list) I do feel as if we're starting to know each other. (I'm the long winded lunatic). At first, I could pick out Barbara and Jean and I knew that I could make three C's laugh (Clare, Connie, Colleen). But now, ha! You're all quite distinct. But could I guess what you looked like from your posts?
So what about a contest, then. Since everyone knows what Tonia and Toni looks like from their websites, if one of them agreed to be the go-between, we could send them photos and they could post them for everyone to try to guess who's who. On the novel site, since access is restricted. Think about it.
Here's Nonnie (May 10, 2000)...
Proposed Veryanorama Week-end:
Friday Evening
Guest arrive and register in the precise order designated by Sargent, Barbara. Despite the 57 reminders that she has given, I forget to bring my special Veryan-fest form. Barbara gives me another one. I fill it out wrongly. Everyone meets for drinks in the hotel bar, except for me, who is confined to quarters until I figure out said form. Forgetting the difference between Canadian and US dollars, I break into the room bar fridge and then spend the rest of the evening wondering how I will explain to my husband that the kids can't go to college because I spent their education fund on a jar of cashews. Conclude that after 15 years of marriage, husband is likely prepared for such an announcement, so go for adorable little Khalua bottle, reasoning that house can support a second mortgage.
Saturday
Breakfast in the hotel dining room. Except for me, who has slept in, despite the wake-up call that Barbara has instructed the front deskto give me.
Group tour of Interesting Historical Sites of wherever it is that we are. I get on the wrong bus and end up on the Brewery and House of Ill Repute tour being run by the International Sisterhood of Sluts, who are also having their annual conference that week-end at the same hotel. Since I don't know anyone in person anyway, I don't realize that I'm on the wrong bus, just assume that everyone is being distant because I still haven't managed to complete the form properly. Besides, after fourth brewery, everyone on the bus responds to the name Connie, me included, although no one on the bus seems interested in responding to my trivia question: "What is Hector Kadenworthy's Aunt's shoe size?"
Luncheon
Afternoon show and tell of Veryan books. My books, packed in my lost luggage, have ended up in the airport terminal in Botswana, where they've been impounded by alert customs officials because the large amount of guacamole stains have made them into an illegalagricultural import. While dismayed that I have to actually spend a week-end not rereading MoM, am grateful that Barbara will not see what I havedone to the once pristine books that I bought from her. Besides, still haven't figured out form, despite several explanatory notes from Barbara, and coaching from Jocelyn, so am obliged to sit in thecorner and sort Pat's kid's Pokemon cards.
Pre-Dinner Speaker: Patrica Veryan Explains that She Did So Write L&G, LD and SBF first, and In Just That Order.
Dinner: choice of meat or fish main course, selection to have been made on Veryan-fest form 3b, by checking off either Big Mac or Filet of Fish option. Failing to complete this form succesfully as well, I am forced to sneak crusts off Colleen's and Marsha's plate while they re-enact the princes in the tower story, proving once and for allthat clod Henry made the whole thing up in order to ensure that his fat kid could get ahead. Or several heads. Minor excitement during dinner service when all US telephone cables fuse because Toni and Tonia devise a joint website and simultaneously create three polls, two quizzes, a questionnaire, six reviews and three hundred and twenty-seven links to other sites, three hundred and twenty-six of which belong to them.
Post-Dinner Evening Entertainment, booked by Priscilla: The Georgian Firemen Strippers and Their Most Excellent Hoses.
Sunday
Breakfast.
Morning Service performed by Clare, with explanatory notes by Becky. I actually manage to make it to this event. So does the entire Sisterhood of Sluts, who, after hearing Clare's sermon, now wish tobe converted en masse (it's a pun!) into Episcopalians.
Farewell Tea and Duel Demonstration: (volunteers will please complete section 89(b) on the reverse side of Veryan-fest form 16: "preferred weapon and next-of-kin") This year there will only be duelling with swords because of the silly fuss made by the US National Guard after last year's Manton duelling pistol demonstration, so ladies leave those pops at home.
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