Note: by no means are these to be construed as complete or accurate or otherwise a complete summary of everything that happened and was said. This is merely what made it on my note pad, and what I manage to concoct out of that. Some assembly required.
To begin with, it was an excellent time, a huge crowd, and multiple locations.
The first place was the Baker Street Pub. It is a nice little place, and beatle and I showed up right about the same time. We were early, and took a stroll around the shopping centers to see what was there. On our way back, we passed Little Nemo walking down the street, doing the same thing. He said he’d be along shortly.
We staked out a long string of tables and moved all the furniture, with the waitress watching and letting us have at it. I think our group was about a 30% increase to their regular crowd, so we made the place busy.
Beatle had his official sign that has followed us around to a half a dozen of these gatherings. I think he’s going to start it on a world tour. Everybody start looking for it.
Over the course of the next half hour or so, the rest of the crew arrived.
Cooldude
Revedge and Mrs. Revedge, aka Bethany, aka “Queen of All She Surveys”
Mamapotamus
Little Nemo
Ayesha but no LIONsob - he was sick
Robgruver and Mrs. Robgruver, aka Jennifer, aka “Lady Luck”
And after things got rolling, we eventually had appearances by
Bug Vomit (sneaking in again unnoticed)
Purplebear
Mr. Bear
Maidenunicorn
Sealemon
Shanin
Origato
Lin
With special appearance by
TheNerd and his friend Lynn
The warm up conversation was remembrances of the New York dopefest, and tales of the wild Cecil and Jack Dean Tyler stand ins.
The Texas 7 made an appearance - at least a mention. We noted that they were being rounded up just about the time we were meeting the previous week. Little Nemo also commented about watching the news and the press conference where some guy was thanking all the agencies involved… the Texas Rangers, the Texas highway patrol, the Dallas police, etc. And his thought was, “Are you going to mention the Colorado cops that actually caught them?” We also noted that even though they were back in custody, there was no shortage of news coverage of the “continuing” story.
This led to a discussion of how pictures never seem to match the people depicted. The sketches shown were hard to identify even beside the person’s photo. Of course usually the first place the cops go look is mama’s house.
Wildest Bill was mentioned, in a loving and considerate manner. It was noted how he has a wide diversity to his post attitude and demeanor.
There was another mention of the latest in moderator complaints.
The band The Ramones was mentioned. 26 years performing. Their latest concert the group was pretty shot on stage. beatle remarked, “The only thing holding them together is all the glue they sniffed.”
About this time we received our food, and began devouring the various dishes. I had a shepherd’s pie that was pretty good. beatle had a “scotch egg”, that was described in the menu as “a boiled egg encased in sausage, then breaded and fried”. That seemed an odd phrasing. The rest of the menu was a variety of English type food, everyone seemed pleased by their meals.
There was a round of bashing on Saturday Night Live, old and new. Nothing worth rehashing here.
I was informed that Robgruver and Lady Luck are headed to Austin to see their friend’s tits. dramatic pause See, it’s a college friend, she’s pregnant, and finally grew some.
Mamapotamus sold her paintball shop, but they still have the field that is getting repaired. Some goobers trashed the place some time back. We then had to discuss paintball dangers. Notably, they sting when they hit, and can bruise and draw blood if you get hit wrong. Also, it’s very important to wear the masks, as they can take out your eyes. One guy with a custom gun from a speedball team had an accident in his hotel room and it hit his eye. After several years and expensive surgery he has some vision back, but not depth perception or color detection. But he still plays! There was also the boy who went back to gym class and was covered with perfect little round marks from the bruises, so he told the guys in class it was ringworm, and suddenly got the shower to himself. Of course that can backfire… an hour later, you wonder why your girlfriend suddenly dumps you. 
Someone mentioned what to wear to protect yourself from the hits, and Mamapotamus mentioned that she has a three page rule book on just what is and isn’t allowed in tournament competition. Stuff like neoprene will absorb the shock and allow the pellets to hit and not break. Someone brought up kevlar - bullet proof vests - and Mamapotamus described how they are given these very specific and detailed instructions for care and handling. You must use only warm water, not hot, and must use only a special kind of brush, and only apply light pressure to clean. This is supposed to stop a bullet, but you can’t rub vigorously?
Somehow in context of the flow of conversation, I related a story about visiting a sci fi convention. There was this boy there who was about 11, just before puberty kicked in. He had a high voice, long hair, and was a bit pudgy - in that way that certain pudgy guys get a bit of “man-boobs”. So everyone kept thinking he was a girl, and then he’d correct them. He was complaining about this to me and a woman, and we both said, “It’s the hair.” And then she said to me quietly, “And the boobs.” To which I had to agree. Fortunately for him, by the next year he had started to get some wisps of facial hair, and other changes that made him look a little more masculine.
Straightdope - a site about not being gay on marijuana?
At some point in the evening, I played musical chairs to get a chance to converse with some of the other members. So the conversation switched to the other end of the table for a while.
Origato brought up the question of where people’s screen names came from. He had a catchy story for himself. Origato is the Japanese word for “thank you”. He felt it was one of the few Japanese words that many Americans know, so some Japanese company might wish to have the domain origato.com. So he’s a cybersquatter.
robgruver remarked that he was so inspired he came up with his screen name using his real name. Hmmm, that’s awfully creative of you, rob.
rob showed us his exciting tattoo; he has his Scottish clan crest on his arm.
I had a pleasant conversation with a tired Lady Luck. She works as a teacher at a Silvan Learning Center, and spent the day working with a bunch of kids. So she was tired.
robgruver and Lady Luck bailed on us early. Rob had to get to the Palm Beach Club, where he supposedly works. He invited us to head out that way later. Of course he tried to stiff us with the bill, but Lady Luck kicked him in the pants as they were going out the door, so he left some cash for the check divvy later.
Another table reshuffle put me back at the other end. After reading through the notes and finding comments on boobs, Mamapotamus had another breast story for us. (Mamapotamus is fun. She’s always got a breast story or a sex story to share.)
Her cousin’s sister (one of those odd step-family things) has the particularly odd figure of looking like Ally McBeal, except having a Double D chest. She looks incredibly precariously balanced to walk upright. Now she’s pregnant, and they’ve grown to double F. Ayesha added her insight as a mother; “If you nurse, they get worse.”
Next was the brief appearance by TheNerd and his friend, Lynn. I’ve got strange notes here that say her name was “Ling-ling”. I had a conversation later, and was assured by others her name was Ling, but I swore I heard Lynn. Checking the previous threads, I feel vindicated.
beatle’s conversation with Lynn (in his version)
b: “How do you do, Ling-ling? I’m beatle. Or [beatle’s real name].”
L: “Which do you prefer?”
b: “Either, which do you prefer?”
L: “Ling.”
I have a comment I don’t know the context for. Ayesha remarks, “I’m goign to get it right, dammit!”
“Sealemon - the village idiot.”
To which Seale adds, “and crack baby. Everybody’s got to have a hobby.”
There was some sort of conversation on shoes. Mamapotamus has wide feet, and when pregnant spent so much time in Berkenstocks that her feet spread, so wearing regular shoes isn’t fun. Her hubby also has wide feet. There was some exchange about other people with wide feet trying to find comfy shoes. And of course we all had to check out MP’s fancy boots - black with red and yellow flames on them. Cool!
The topic of men with ponytails came up. The Lion has really long hair that was getting tangled, so Ayesha now braids it. She spends more time on his than her own.
Mamapotamus had another sex story to share, this one about her friend the porn star. Well, more like acquaintance. This chick left home early and went off to LA and is proudly in the business - they’ve seen her work. So the first time she ran into this woman, the lady looked at her strangely and asked who’s friend she was, as if that made her questionable in character. “You’re telling me now that that woman fucks strangers for money and let’s America watch, and she has the nerve to imply that somehow I was a bad person?”
MP also got her Secret Santa gift - finally. Her hubby was giving her a difficult time about sending off a gift to someone over the internet on the promise to get something back. And then it didn’t show up by christmas, and then not by New Years. But it finally came. She got a pair of naughty glow in the dark dice, a bottle of Vegemite, and … I forget, it wasn’t nearly as interesting as the first two.
Vegamite - vegetables pureed, then fermented. Tastes yeasty. Yum!
The quote in the notes: “Beatle and Irishman played a game of pool, who will win? Who is going to shoot whose balls?” Hey folks, we shot our own balls, thank you. And I won.
While getting ready for our game, the waitress came up to beatle with his beer, and asked, “Do you want this here or on the table? I don’t want to interrupt, but I know how a man needs his beer.”
Purplebear and Maidenunicorn got the club sandwich. It was huge. PB made the comment about not knowing if she could get her mouth around that huge a sandwich. Maidenunicorn said, “Well, you squish it down to fit it in. But don’t squish too hard.” Purplebear managed. (Practice since Mr. Bear came home. 
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This is the point that the crowd relocated to The Big Easy, a blues club not that far down the street. The problem was it was very loud and very crowded. Several of us staked out a seat on the patio. There we were inundated with the delicious smells of the barbecue. So we had to buy sandwiches. They were tasty.
Purplebear regaled us with the tale of her trip to Idaho, and the bumper falling off her minivan en route. She had stopped at a restaurant, and when she came out it was on the ground. She had been in an accident and had it replaced just prior to the trip, and the dealership had used some plastic plugs to hold it on, and they didn’t hold. She drove around the middle of nowhere and found someone to help her cobble up something to hold it on till she got where she was going.
Little Nemo said that was about the worst trip he’s heard of, except his sister’s where they actually came under sniper fire. Somewhere in Vegas. They were not allowed to leave the hotel till the sniper was captured. And you thought your vacation was hell.
Lots of incoherent scribbling, most not mine.
PB asked, “What exactly is wrong with being a nympho?”
Mamapotamus remarks, “Ohmigod, do you realize that is Joe “Guitar” Hughes? He is a god!!! I can die happy now, I’m such a geek.”
And then, “I should not have been born into a white girl’s body.”
Mamapotamus came back after meeting said god to inform us about the happenings in the restrooms. First she inadvertently entered the men’s room. She said it’s pretty dead in there. Then she found the right room, but the stall door didn’t latch. That place was happening. There was some woman in the next stall with some sort of a sinus cold, as she kept sniffing away. Then some guy came in to carry on a conversation with another woman, before they finally left. All the while MP trying to hold the stall door closed with her foot. Sounds like someone had fun.
Ayesha grabs Sealemon’s ass… again!!!
Sealemon fixing to die thanks to bikers. Jacking with bikers - bad idea! Last words overheard, “Excuse me, but the sound of your engine offends me.” We’re behind you - way behind you! Doper unity, not!
Note: don’t grab strange women in the Big Easy - that’s a good way to get killed.
So we’re at the table, and someone points out to me that beatle is standing over by the railing of the patio talking to some older lady - very older lady - who is getting a cab. So when he came back over, I informed him he’s officially drunk. Besides, shortly thereafter he began repeating himself.
Sealemon came close to getting his balls poked by a strange woman. He was too near the pool table at an inopportune time, and only fast reflexes saved him.
Aye danced with Seale, with Shaning taking the blackmail photo.
One group headed on out to the Palm Beach Club, while Ayesha, beatle, Little Nemo, Sealemon, Shanin, and I chatted a while longer at the Big Easy. Finally we broke up for the evening, and I delivered beatle safely to his abode. Then I drove out to the Palm Beach Club to see what the others were up to.
I passed Mamapotamus and Cool Dude in the parking lot. They told me it was a wild place, and to keep my eyes open for the tits. Okay.
Definitely a wild show. Robgruver, does Lady Luck know what goes on there? Uh huh, okay.
First thing to notice - the noticeable percentage of the crowd that was crossdressing men. Hmmmm. There was lots of loud, thumping music. I found Maidenunicorn, Purplebear, and Mr. Bear taking up a corner of space next to a counter near the dance floor. After a few minutes to get into the groove, Maidenunicorn and myself hit the floor and did some heavy dancing. Interesting show. Maidenunicorn says she felt overdressed. One blond in particular had on some skimpy black shorts and a top and some long black boots.
I was informed that while I was busy dancing, Mr. Bear was enjoying the show around him. There was a lot of feeling up going on. One guy was leading a congo line, with a lot of groping. He finally looked around and discovered the hands that were all over him were a guy in drag, and he sprinted out the door. Also, some lady was getting oral in the bar, with her apparent boyfriend/husband looking on. Okay. Friendly place.
We finally got tired and called it quits. We couldn’t find Robgruver to say goodnight. I just wanted to say thanks for inviting us out.
Anyway, I made it home safely, despite worries that I couldn’t make it that far.
I just wanted to thank everyone for a great time - I even endured the smoking. Glad to meet those of you I didn’t know before, and glad to share with those I had. Special thanks to robgruver for taking us to the Palm Beach Club. And Origato for mentioning the Big Easy. If everyone had as much fun as I did, then you all should be dead.
