Well, what do you do when you aren't going to do when you can't go to the annual dinner of the Baker Street Irregulars?
Depends a lot upon what else is going on in your life, but on a chilly night when all the fun hometown kids are staying home, I watch/play/blog things on your computer and keep your Twitter feed open on the side of the screen and wait to see if anything you think might happen transpires. And hope that if it does, someone tweets it.
So far, Kristina Manente and Scott Monty seem to be the prime Twitter correspondents for the evening, which is to be expected, as the Baker Street Babes and I Hear of Sherlock Everywhere are two of the best all-around content providers of the Sherlockian internet. Heather Holloway is over at the other dinner, the Gaslight Gala, but so far is just reporting her level of alcohol consumption . . . being the less formal dinner, the Gala is a good place to party, so that's just fine.
Les Klinger gets an award and a standing ovation at the BSI dinner for his efforts in the Free Sherlock court case, which puts the official opinion of the Irregulars on that matter across in no uncertain terms. I'm sure it's only aged backs and bookworm physiques that keep those assembled from hoisting him to their shoulders and parading him around the room.
The lauding of Les was only unexpected in that I'm waiting for a certain other event at the dinner tonight. What is that other event?
You know . . . the investitures, the annual awarding of shillings to newly inducted (and usually quite surprised) members of the Baker Street Irregulars of New York -- the closest thing our hobby comes to the Academy Awards for achievements in the movie biz. And like the Academy Awards, there are always people trying to predict who'll be awarded each year, grousing about the leanings of the selection system, all that sort of thing. I really doubt there are any bookmakers handicapping our little Sherlockian event, but betting could be taking place out there.
Tonight, I'm betting on one investiture in particular. A sign from the powers that be.
I don't want to type my prediction here just yet, as the Irregulars still seem to be toasting the usual Canonical culprits. Baker Street Babe Prime just tweeted, "I love how dorky the BSI Dinner is." She is truly the beautiful queen of the moon maidens, that one . . . but wait, there's a Baker St. Babe tweet from the Gaslight Gala. Maybe that "dorky" tweet wasn't Prime -- they are a hale hydra of Holmes hussies, those Babes. (And I wouldn't say for sure that they're "hussies," I was just into the alliteration of the moment.)
Gary Burghoff is tweeting about 1976's Battle of the Network Stars on my normal feed, but Scott Monty pulls it back to BSI by sneaking a photo of most of the banquet hall . . . which, not surprisingly looks like the BSI dinner most other years. A crowd trending gray-haired, round tables with white tablecloths, black, black, black outfits . . . for a moment I don't feel badly about not being there, having seem that enough times. Banquet dinners are banquet dinners. But then I see a photo of Ashley Polasek and her "Tree of Sherlock Holmes" at the Gala and go, "I could stand to see that a lot closer." (Whether the tree or Ashley, I'll let you decide. Though I do think of myself more the Sherlockian than the lecherous old man, so take that into account.)
Lyndsay Faye tweets in between Gary Burghoff's trip down memory lane, and I get a pang of sympathy for that most excellent writer, as she doesn't seem to be at the festivities and is such the perfect fit for a night of Sherlockian fun and celebrity.
And suddenly, I break new ground in my relationship with the Baker Street Irregulars dinner -- exchanging Facebook comments with Jacquelynn Bost Morris while she's there. Such a small, everyday thing normally, but tonight I feel like I've gotten my ham radio to pick up a signal from Mars. We really do like in an age of marvels.
I think I need to watch Deadwood for a minute to calm down and bone up on my cussing.
Ah, and then I come back to find they're still singing "Holmes' and Watson's Time" at the Gaslight Gala, thanks to 221B Con's twitter pic. The feeds slow to naught as the talks go on (at least that's what I'm guessing with the dearth of info), so I head upstairs for a glass of wine and a bit of cheese. The good Carter is currently on "The Hounds of Baskerville" in her Sherlock pre-watch, so I get in on a bit of that. Good old Greg Lestrade. Never quite picked up that it was Hound mixed with "Devil's Foot" before. Surprising how that show always sneaks these things past me.
Well, after that I wander back and the investitures are up. A friend got in, so that's good. But such safe choices. And at least one passing-over that indicates somebody just isn't "getting it," and I don't mean anyone who missed out on the shilling. Makes me sad.
Ah, well. It was fun while it lasted. For a time, I was almost thinking I was missing out on something. But in the end . . . well, I'll have to have more than one glass of wine to get into that.
Have fun, kids.
Was following along too. Thought Kristina was a shoe-in, as did many others. BSI is getting more liberal but they aren't quite ready for the jump, are they?ReplyDelete
Nope. And it might be a bit of a control issue, too, among other things. But that is a matter that once could theorize upon for hours.Delete
The curmudgeonly and jaded Mr. Keefauver may overlook that for some of us, it is an evening of magic. And BSB Prime was one of the first to congratulate me, as she is made of Awesome.ReplyDelete
Wishing you had been in line behind her.
Not overlooking, just knowing it will be stated well enough elsewhere. Happy you got your magic, though, even though the spells no longer work on this one!Delete
I believe much may have changed since you were involved. This year's invitation list included Kristina, Matt Laffey (Always1895.net), Jenn Eaker (involved with BSB), the Tin Box current Gasogene (and Better Holmes and Gardens blogger) Jaime Mahoney, and several other young men and women whose names escape me just now. Just because It Always Was, and threatened to Always Be, does not mean It Always Will Be. There has been a shift in the character of such things (some due to last year's "elite devotee" rant, no doubt), and I think the future holds much promise. Stay tuned, and try to put some of your cynicism aside. You may feel it is too little, too late, but for me--though it is always 1895--at least it is not 1990.Delete
Methinks we shall save this discussion for offline in June, Jacquelynn. There are things that even I won't put online, and they might just be part and parcel of my point of view. Enjoy the honeymoon, though!Delete
I look forward to it. You underestimate me if you think I have been involved in this community for as many years as I have and have remained unaware of many, many things. Becoming BSI was never a goal of mine (and should never be for anyone), so there is no honeymoon. What I do henceforth will be what I have done for several years, but I am honored to have received the recognition.Delete
No underestimation at all, and I'm sorry if it came off so.Delete
Okay, we're good.Delete
You missed the copious use of an air horn at this year's BSI Dinner. Alas, there's no Academy Award for that category...ReplyDelete
An air horn . . .? One suddenly has visions of a ballpark organ and a kiss-cam thrown in as well.Delete
The air horn was hilarious! I think you may have enjoyed that a little too much, Scott :)Delete