There were more Mudcatters but right now I can only think of two:

Lorraine
Judy Cook
Gorgeous Gary
Linda Goodman (or is she in Mick's list?)

Okay, so I can't count.

Speaking of which (Mudcatters), I have to agree with Dani that this year we were ONE group in almost every way. It was all people. Music people.

There are so many people and so many musical interests that you can expect various groups to go off by themselves, that has always happened. But there was also a very solid core of musicians who stayed in the center of things, so to speak. The singing in the dining room and TV rooms was dynamite all weekend, and people got to enjoy one another's unique contributions and come to appreciate one another's unique talents.

One thing that I noticed this year even more than usual, was the visual richness of the Getaway. It's always been fun and interesting to see the clothing and accessories that people choose to wear but I think most of you would agree that the variety this year (even without the Ladies of the Club's late-night variety act) was stunning.

Lorcan's Quaker Preacher clothing, including the cloak, was possibly the most dramatic, especially because of the incongruity of seeing him in it while playing the pipes. Geoff the Duck's clothing was the most startling IMO. I love it Geoff. Janice Cole used to bring feather boas and wear different ones all weekend to go with her torch songs (such as Rubber Ducky....). I miss them. There was a grand assortment of hats this year. And I'm hoping to put up a photo taken by Dave Diamond of the Molineaux wearing two of the brightest tie-died outfits I've ever seen.

The energy that people put into getting the work done was very much appreciated, especially the Silent Auction (Janie, Jacqui, Tinker, who else?) and the Friday night potluck cleanup. I went to bed early, later heard that many hands made light work of the potluck cleanup. But my image is of Janie at about 10:30 PM, so tired she looked dazed, carefully figuring out what to do with each bowl of leftover food, one at a time, and very slowly carrying them to their ultimate destination (fridge or circular file). I sent several people over there to help her but was too whacked out myself to assist in any more material way.

Sinsull, can you post the story of Micca and the champagne glasses, the way you told it to me? And if any of them remain unbroken, can someone post a photo?

Rita