We could always call Jester, too*.
[sub]*: since we’re going to be calling Sophie anyway, why not get the group-thing going, IYKWIM[/sub]
So the planning for this madcap adventure continues, eh? December has crowded up for me fast! I’m not sure I’ll be available when this thing rolls through town. But I would like to assure Rue the Flan-Bearing Boy that there are indeed malls here if he requires a pose with Santa. They should be good and jammed and thoroughly headache-producing about the time you roll through! (I hate malls.)
For zee record, I dispute Shibb’s claim that I told him the plans were for the 8th. I have been under the impression that this dealie is going down on the weekend of the 15th. Has this been definitely settled?
DoctorJ and I are in such close proximity daily that it would be interesting to meet him. And if Cherry comes down from the mountains in a billow of blossoms, it’ll be a perfect day.
It’s a done deal, my darling d’Ellen. (Alliteration ain’t as easy as it looks.)
Shibb said so unequivically in the OP and it’s on my calendar. In ink!.
I don’t know who’s in and who’s out for sure. (Except for Jester. He’s out. The baby.) But damn the torpedos and full steam ahead!
-Capt. Rue, Adventure Boy.
I see London,
I see France,
I see Cherry_Blossom_'s underpants.
[sub]Or not, which is cool. And breezy.[/sub]
Oops, forgot the link!
Oh, I’m in. I’m in, baby. I’m so in I’m out the other side.
Just told The Boss Man that I’m taking off on the 14th and 17th of December and if he didn’t like it he could lump it. He liked it though, so it was OK.
I’ll be heading out at 0-dark-30 on the 14th, so can anybody recommend lodgings for Friday night in Cincinnininnininininnniinati?
Gimme a break. I’m from Pennsylvania. I can’t spell big complicated words like Cininninininnninininininati. I’m used to Indian words like Wissahickon, Manayunk, Schuylkill and Wiconisco. I can’t spell Mrs. Ippi either.
Yep, I’ll be there. And I’m certainly willing to swing by and pick up Medea’s Child if she wants to go. It’ll be fun. We can sing Louis Prima songs in the car and make fun of the crappy stuff in the rest stop gift shops. Except for the shot glasses. Since I will now be setting foot in Indiana, Ohio, and Kentucky I will need to get shot glasses from each of those states to add to the shelf with the Shot Glasses From Places I’ve Actually Been To.
Of course, we won’t be making many rest stops. If you need a visit to the whizzatorium, it should coincide with a gas stop. Fortunately, if I drive the Amazing Colossal Eight Passenger Oldsmobile there will be plenty of gas stops. But I still wouldn’t SuperSize that Coke if I were you, MC.
I’m looking forward to this like you wouldn’t believe.
Zap!
I am working on warming up Mrs. ShibbOleth (don’t tell her I call her that) to the idea of bringing a strange, out of state lawyer into our abode. I’ll keep you posted on that one, I have incredible powers in my household, so it’s at least a 50-50 shot. I won’t tell her that Dan Fielding is your role model, though.
And we call it Zinzinnati! Although it might need to be rechristened as Sin-sin-natty after this.
So, we’re exploiting the lack of furniture in my basement in order to draw a crowd to OKIDope? Fine, have it your way. I’m sure the sophisticates of the Dope are too genteel to fall for such shameless pandering as… hey! Who just licked my boot? Alright, that’s it! I’m setting my phaser for stun.
Bear in mind, I do have to make sure that Bing has no plans for the big birthday. He gets first dibs on exploiting the lack of furniture.
Hey, thanks Shibb. I appreciate that. You can tell Mrs. Oleth that I’m housebroken, have all my shots and use utensils. I’ll even bring my own toothbrush, 'cause you should never take a vacation from good oral hygeine.
I’m good with kids, don’t chew on the furniture, and won’t make a mess in her slippers. I’ll even leave my snap-in Lawyer Fangssup[/sup] at home. That way, you can tell her that my role model is Atticus Finch and she might even believe you.
And I happen to like ABBA, so the Missus and I can have a little sing-along in the living room on Friday night. . .
Zap!
It’s the Olethlings[sup]TM[/sup] that are the big ABBA fans, the kids insist on listening to ABBA Gold when they are in the car. “I don’t want to listen to the radio, daddy, I want Dancing Queen!” snaps The Boy. Perhaps I should be concerned that this is his favorite song, his favorite colors are orange and pink, and that sometimes he wants to be Blossom (from the Power Puff Girls)? Is this unusual in a three year old boy? He and The Girl even know which track each of their favorites are.
You may even get invited to play a spirited game of hide and go seek. That’s what we did for an hour after I got home last night. They’re actually getting pretty good at it.
I’ll have to see if Mrs. ShibbOleth has any clue as to who Atticus Finch is. She surprises me sometimes, but I’d say the chances are less than 50%. Maybe we’ll try Victor Sifuentes (you know he changed his name to Bobby when he moved to New York), she should remember him, and he was mostly good, IIRC.
Thru correspondence with my bestest bud, Rue, I’ve managed to cajole him [sub](no threats or bribery… well, a little bribery)[/sub] into taking along a FairyChatProxy so that you can pretend I’m there. Hubby and I discussed the advisability of sending an inflatable love doll as my proxy, but this is, after all Jacksonville, home of the uptight, and I’m guessing such dolls are few and far between. And anyway, I didn’t think poor Rue should have to explain to the Little Woman why a strange woman in Florida is sending him an inflatable love doll. So I’ll be dispatching my FairyChatProxy with a diary in the hopes of getting a few handwritten greetings from Dopers along your route. Not nearly as good as being there, but it’s the best I can manage… this time!!
Hmmmmmmm…yes, a call would be cool, I have to admit. Not exactly sure how it’d work, but if one of y’all crazy dopers wanna drop me a line (cough Old Fogey Rue cough) I’ll be glad to give ya my cell-phone number. If not, then I didn’t wanna come to your stupid DopeFest anyway! Nah! NOW who’s the baby?!
-Jester
I’m in Bloomington, IN…just a hop skip and a jump from Indy. But I get lost EVERY time I go to Indy, so I may end up in Plainville or something. Chicago, Bermuda…no place is TOO lost when bodypoet tries to navigate the streets of Indy. Maybe an Indy doper can meet me somewhere before I hit 465–that’s the end of my “I know where I am” rope.
What fun!
What’s this about undies?
~k
Yeah, bodypoet, that’s how we recognize one another and can round up our group. You have to wear underpants on your head, so we can tell you’re “one of us”.
Really. I don’t lie.
-Rue.
Oh, okay, gotcha.
But they’re cotton. And rather sensible.
Is that okay? Or do I need special ones? Cause you know I am just DYING for a pair of those red-with-fluffy-trim Santa-hat-style panties I saw at WalMart. Riiiiight.
I have pink long-johns, would that work?
~k
You called all Newbies and I certainly fit. I live in Cincy and I’d like to join in, if you’ll have me.
Can I be Scotty?
He’s the closest thing to an Irishman in Star Trek and he drinks heavily.
Jim
I’m in Columbus, and I’m starting a road trip to Mexico on the 16th, but I’d love to hang out with you guys in Cincy.
My car isn’t so healthy, and I have no idea if it’ll get any better by the 14th. Could I catch a ride with someone from Columbus if my faithful steed has foot-‘n’-mouth?
Huh? I heard my name? What?
When is this again…the 14th? Drop me an e-mail, its entirely possible that I can find the time and it would rock hardcore!!!
And as for potty stops, I’m usually a pretty good traveler. (I make fun of my mom, I can usually go from Pittsburgh to Flint without having to syop, no matter what I drink. She can’t…weakling.)
Bah. That’s the best you can do? racinchikki and I (well, I thought of it–she’s just been drafted as navigator) have an idea in the works for a 2-week, Cannonball-esque transcontinental Dopefest extravaganza! (NYC, DC, Alanta, Dallas, Vegas, San Francisco, LA…)
Problem is, if I find an appropriately nifty car to do it in, we’d be burning over seven hundred gallons of high-test on that trip (and that’s at a fairly optimistic gas mileage estimate :eek:, but it includes going from my house to NY and LA to my house. If I pick up the car at one end, it reduces that number by 25%). Maybe we’ll have a bake sale…
Does that mean you’ll also have Dom Delouise in your car? Seriously, if you’re in the vicinty we’ll be glad to fit you in. When is this escapade of yours?
[sub]Oh, to be young, in love, and with relatively few responsibilities (versus old, disenchanted and irresponsible)[/sub]