When I left home in the dawn of a bitter Saturday to head to the Gathering of Eagles, I was warmed in the knowledge that I was on my way to meet two gentlemen about whom I had only dare fantasize speculate.
Sniper One--my Blogfather, sugar daddy and erstwhile virtual shack-up who lets me keep some lingerie at his place, with the blessing of a very indulgent wife. And V5, a flirty commenter and self avowed Janiac with a lust for all things literary and political.
I drove a little faster as my heart quickened with anticipation. When the moment arrived to meet V5, he drove up in a black SUV Jane could get way used to. (I ache for my old Suburban. So much for that WAR FOR OIL, eh comrades?) After a convivial train ride into D.C. where V5 shared his stories of Desert Storm and his adventures with DKos buying him a computer (no lie!), my cell rang and who was on the other end, looping endlessly around the Washington Monument but a dazed and confused Sniper One. We vectored him to the Mall, he parked, and the adventure had begun.
The electricity of patriotism pervaded the Eagles "roost" where there were more American flags and hawt red-blooded Retrosexuals in leathah than one happily married white girl should be asked to ignore.
But I had my Hunky Husband approved dates already. Two of the finest escorts a lady could want to squire her through the rancid ANSWER wastrels. [Sniper in the hat he bought out of desperation to keep warm and V5, the Buckeyes fan.]
At one point, we were trying to get V5 into the staging area proper and it was a four inch deep mud pit any way you attacked it. All it took was a fleeting look of puzzlement and twelve strangers banded together to get him where he wanted to go.
They laid down plywood, they pushed, they shoved until he decided the result would be worse. So the same patient and determined strangers backed him out of the mire the way he came in. Jane got a little misty seeing the naked devotion of Vets to a brother.
Speaking of naked, at one point , V5 seemed to lag, as if stuck in the sidewalk. I leaned in to ask, "Are you hung, Buddy?". An instant flash of recognition at an advantage and he quipped,"You'll have to ask the Ex-wife. Heh." Match point, V5.
Getting to experience history with two virtual strangers was surreal, to be sure, but an experience I have relived many times in my mind since Saturday. I am blessed.
The mutual admiration society continues over at Sniper's place and at Blackfive, where until he gets his own shingle, V5 can be seen regularly harassing the management.
CAPITAL XOXOXOXOOXXOOXOs to you two. ; )
Thanks Jane. You're waaaaay too kind, both you and V5 have me confused with someone else. I swear. I'm red like a tomato.
Really, I'm not all that.
You two are the real deal, Disabled Vet, and Marine Wife, and I was all too happy to bask in all ya'lls aura for the day.
Now we need to get HH one of those kick ass Motorcycle Jackets.
Posted by: Sniper One | March 20, 2007 at 03:44 AM
BWAHAHAHAHAHA
OMG!!! I thought sure you'd tell the story of "peeing" in the corner instead of the "hung" one.
Too funny!!
What a great day.
You two were the best!
[JANE SAYS: Jane is only interested in the PRIMARY FUNCTION of said appendage. "Primary" at least as far as Jane is concerned. ;) ]
V5
Posted by: V5 | March 20, 2007 at 07:21 AM
Great post, Jane -- as usual!
PJ
[xoxoxoxoxo]
Posted by: ProphetJoe | March 20, 2007 at 08:41 AM
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Six comments? One, Four, Six?? Am I missing something? I see Me, V5, and Pjoe... WTF?
[JANE SAYS: That is all I register...you twice, but only four? SOmetimes it messes with my trackbacks too, that is why I am late to approve them, I don't SEE them...LOOOOOVE TYPEPAD...]
Posted by: Sniper One | March 20, 2007 at 12:28 PM
Great job! I'm so happy you were able to go. I so appreciate everyone who went and did this. I think it was really important. I am madly jealous that I couldn't be there.
[JANE SAYS: YOU are needed EVERY SINGLE DAY WHEREVER YOU ARE. Be a PATRIOT EVERYDAY >>> EVERYWHERE. Don't give in to the "everyday creep" of Socialism, Relativism, Racism (ALL FORMS), just be VIGILANT IN YOUR OWN SHOES. Until I see you there next year, Miss Maggie, hold the watch. ;)]
Posted by: Maggie | March 20, 2007 at 03:49 PM