Despite what you might have read at Gawker, we ITM co-bloggers actually enjoy each other's company and don't refer to each other via abusive epithets when out of ear shot. (While it is true that I call Karl "The Scold," I call him that to his face. He has in fact been quite scoldy to me this conference).
We ITMers and a cohort of our BABEL supporters had dinner together last night. The repast commenced badly, with the Tiny Shriner demanding quite imperiously
- to be removed from my coat pocket
- to sit at the table with the adults
- to have a booster seat so that he could see something other than those areas of human bodies that used to get medieval monks'
knickers all knottedcowls all crumpled
- that he be given more of a say in blog content
MKH gave him a glass a wine. He drank with gusto, reeled for a few minutes, and .... well, let's just say that dinner was a lot quieter after that.
I must say, medieval conference blogging is significantly stranger then the early modern conference blogging they do at BtR ...
eep! *than* the early modern conference blogging, than
That's what I get for commenting before coffee.
Stranger, agreed. But more fun as well, we hope.
The Tiny Shriner is a handsome little man. Too bad he can't hold his booze. I had a brief mental image of drinking him under the table like Karen Allen in Raiders. It was amusing.
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