tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post115239550261489633..comments2023-11-29T08:27:29.163-08:00Comments on Pop Culture Librarian: Madam, I'm AdamLibrarian Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684616355124026011noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-1152550577815727042006-07-10T09:56:00.000-07:002006-07-10T09:56:00.000-07:00I've been in the castle too! Isn't that funny?! Th...I've been in the castle too! Isn't that funny?! The other thing that gave away the owners as being normal people was the sand volleyball court in the back yard. That always seemed so strange a thing to be behind the castle. I was there setting up for a fundraiser for a professor who was running for governor at the time, and there was a totally fratty volleyball game going on in the back yard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-1152466859682699402006-07-09T10:40:00.000-07:002006-07-09T10:40:00.000-07:00Oh my god- it's all coming back! The ballroom! H...Oh my god- it's all coming back! The ballroom! How could I have forgotten that??? There was a whole floor that was a BALLROOM! And the tv room. Thanks for reminding me of all that.Librarian Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01684616355124026011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20327577.post-1152453732164353432006-07-09T07:02:00.000-07:002006-07-09T07:02:00.000-07:00First, let me say that I'm a fan of my Ms. Palindr...First, let me say that I'm a fan of my Ms. Palindrome nickname far more than the other nickname I earned my first year of college -- Ms. Eyebrows. Yipe. <BR/>The Soiree! How on earth did you find a photo of that house/mansion? I remember feeling so impressed that day about how gutsy you were and how much I liked feeling that courage spread to me when we were together. What I remember from upstairs was that the Victorian furniture continued and there was a huge rug from travels to Asia hanging on the wall in the grand staircase. There was a ballroom. IN A HOUSE. We were living in tiny rooms with another person in space 1/3 of the size of the ballroom. Crazy. Then, on the third floor, we were suddenly in a room with a huge leather sectional and a big TV. It was like a frat boy's dream room. It made me think that the owner and his honey really lived there, nested up in that one room all cozy, ignoring the gazillions of rooms below. That room made me think of the host as more of a regular guy than a rich person traveling the world collecting stuff.<BR/>Thanks for the blog shout-out! You rock!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com