'Nother bump
This Saturday! Woo!
So far, we’ve got:
Airman Doors, MrsRobyn, and Bomb Bay Doors
Soccerbaby
iampunha
RTFirefly and his lovely Mrs. (we hope)
Lucretia and Bluesman
Ginger of the Weird and NorthDave
Verrain and TruePisces
ultrafilter (maybe)
Tranquilis and spoose (maybe)
So, all told, about twenty?
Robin
Young Weirdnorth will also be in attendance, so 'punha will have someone to play with.
I plan on being there as well, along with my stash 'o school supply goodies for Zappo’s military guy in Bosnia.
I have yet to receive directions. Ahem.
I think I’m going to have to bow out. There’s a family get-together for Sunday brunch this weekend, and it was the only time between here and Thanksgiving that everyone could get together. The missus and I are hoping to see most of you at Dope-A-Ween, though. 
Actual conversation with either Gingy’s kid or one of Hammy’s kids from June 6:
Kid: “Hey mom, I’m gonna go outside and run, okay?”
Me: “Want me to chase you?”
Kid: “…Sure!”
Chasing, giggling, shouting and out-of-breathness ensued. Fun was had. Then we went back inside.
Obviously I can’t come and I don’t know most (maybe any) of you, but I’ll help bump this by saying that website was pretty amusing. 
Sorry! :o
I don’t know why, but I laughed my ass off looking at those website photos. There’s something about seeing pictures of someone you “know” being shitfaced and puking.
Barring the unforeseen, I too am bowing out.
Check yer mail.
Day-of bump
Okay, kids. The sun is shining, and the birds are singing. Well, not really; it’s still dark out and all I hear are some crickets in the backyard.
See y’all in less than 12 hours!
Robin
We’re out the door in about five minutes. See you soon!
OK, you MADs. Time for you to crawl out of bed and report on the festivities!
Nope. You ditched, so you don’t get to know. NYAH! 
Welllll, aside from the acrobats, strippers, fire trucks and the marching band, it really wasn’t all that interesting.
Lucretia, love, send your snail mail addy and I’ll send your corset back. Verrain, TruePisces and I were able to get it off the cieling fan this morning. But getting your shoes back from Anna Nicole was more of a task than we were up to, I’m afraid. You’ll just have to write them off.
But it seemed like everyone had a good time and I’m glad of that. We should do this more often!
Okay.
Airman and I did not get home till 3 am. We immediately went to bed, from which we did not emerge unless 1) Aaron needed fed and changed or 2) the Steelers started playing. (Y’all need to get your mind out of the gutter. We were SLEEPING!)
Suffice it to say, we had a GREAT time, and I’m glad y’all could make it.
See you at Dope-A-Ween!
Robin
Well, hell…those were my favorite pair of 6 inch red spikes, too. I do appreciate you retrieving my corset, though, Zap darling. Do you think I ought to use club soda to get the stains out?