hee hee hee
Oh, man…I’m with Sassy! Y’all missed OUT!
“There’s a snake in my boot!”
Come on, is that the BEST you guys can do? We had the Chicago meeting minutes up within an hour after the party ended (thanks Valerie)!
sorry, I wanted to go … I even started my last minute xmas shopping early in the a.m. … but I was so burnt out by the time I finished I just couldn’t make it out there.
so who’s posting the photos. and when’s part 2?
Well, total head count: 7
Myself, Dirty Devil, StoryTyler, Sassy (and friend whos name escapes me) Democritous and Kyla.
I don’t remember too much so Demo will have to fill you in from his notes. I took a few pictures but was mostly busy drinking, so you’ll have to wait for his pics to be developed. I do remember some discussion of the Antiques Roadshow, and at the second place we went (bar) the server told us it was last call and it was only about 9:30 (That may have been just for food though, haha.) Oh yeah… We had cheese sticks. Something tells me there’s more though, probably because I’m hoarse from laughing. 
I wouldn’t expect any posts from the rest until MUCH later in the day, if you get my drift.
“There’s a snake in my boot!”
Well, the festivities didn’t conclude until 3:30 a.m., and after that we all went to sleep! It’s 10 a.m. now, and I doubt the guys are home yet - they just left an hour ago…
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StoryTyler
Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
C’mon up and see me sometime.
Geez, Tyler, what did you DO to them?
If I had had the digital camera, the pics would be up by now, but we have to wait on VogueVixen.
Democritus took notes, so they’ll eventually show up. Besides Antique Roadshow, there was: um…:
:…lots of gossip, marriage talk, marijuana talk, more gossip, little baseball talk (VV has season tickets for PacBell Park!), work talk, kid talk, and LOTS of margaritas.
~Kyla
“You couldn’t fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine.”
Aw, shucks, I missed it all. Sounds like fun (grumble grumble).
You now I love you dearly, right, Vixen?
JMcC, San Francisco, JJM’s page from the Bay
If I were beaned with a fastball, fling my limp, lifeless body to first, cause, dammit, I earned it!
Hee hee! Nothing they didn’t want done!
Oh settle down, I’m just kidding! Dirty Devil offered to give VogueVixen and I a ride back to the East Bay (such a gent!) and since the evening was still (moderately) young, DD and Demo decided to visit at my place for awhile. One drink led to two, and before we knew it, we’d chatted ourselves straight through to 3:30 a.m. Demo crashed on the couch, DD took the spare bedroom, and my kitties and I collapsed in my room.
I swear, it was all on the up and up!
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(as far as you know) ;D
StoryTyler
Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
C’mon up and see me sometime.
OK, here it is, the story you’ve all been waiting for:
For me, the day started a little early by going to Dirty Devil’s house around noon to check out the hubs on his truck. While he worked, and I inspected and gave commentary, we slowly polished off a 12 pack of good ol’ Pabts Blue Ribbon, that fine pilsner. DD, covered in grease thought it would be funny if he showed up as a literally “Dirty” Devil, but decided to primp. After this, we proceeded on the hour long drive south into the city.
VogueVixen arrived at Chevy’s first at around 4 PM and kindly indicated her location in the cantina by writing “Straight Dope” on a balloon and suspending it from her chair.(As far as I’m concerned, that took a LOT of balls She was followed shortly thereafter by Kyla, then StoryTyler, then Sassy & her friend Sal and finally myself and Dirty Devil arrived around 4:45.
I had been somewhat pessimistic about going, even though I was very excited about it. I just wasn’t sure if I wanted to meet all these people face to face. But, as DD and I walked in and were greeted by a booming, “DOPES!”, my worries melted straight away. We were immediately engulfed in a sea of margaritas, chicken nachos, laughs and gossip. Heaven, as I recall…
The coversation changed, as the margarita glasses emptied and were subsequently filled again, from things such as: The Loma-Prieta(sp?) earthquake, Antique Road Show, Oriental Pornography and the Orient, in general, Y2K, Popularity on the board, our different relationships, gay people, exploitation/vitims/choice/free will, cross dressing hippy dudes, etc…oh yes, DRUGS…
Certain names were mentioned, and, out of tradition’s sake MUST be listed… In no meaningful order: Satan, DrainBead, Heatherlee, Homer, Konrad, Hipster Dufus, Inky, Sake Samurai, Phil, Mark Serlin, OpalCat, GuanoLad, Pricciar, Doobieous(ya big bastid!), Ukelele Ike, UncleBeer, ChiefScott, big beer stain on my note card…ooopss, sorry, this must’ve been where I stopped caring about writing things down!
After we were done with Chevy’s(I think around 8?) we walked accross the street to Harrington’s, a cool, “Cheers-y” kind of place. The margaritas were replaced by more mature drinks like: Me-Guiness(and a big Hell-Yeah to all you other Guiness lovers out there ;-), DD-Something dark, can’t remember, probably Sierra Nevada, Kyla and ST both had Stolley &7’s with a splash of grenadine, and VV-soda?water? can’t remember, Sassy-Irish Coffee, Sal-Gin & Tonic.
As the night wound down, we all decided to leave. Sassy and Sal took a cab, the rest of us piled into DD’s 4 Runner and took off. We dropped Kyla at the nearest Muni/GGT stop and proceeded to the East Bay to drop VV at the BART station and retrieve ST’s car. DD and I followed ST back to her stylish pad where we re-commenced drinking mass quantities of beer. Our only dillema: MGD from a can or high life from a bottle? No prob… The philosophizing went into the wee hours until, racked with congestion, I swilled down a cup of NyQuil and promptly passed out, err fell asleep I mean. I awoke around 8 am, we muddled around a while and made the trek back north.
The biggest impression I have, walking away from this experience, is what a cool, cool, cool bunch of people we had; especially Tyler. She is definitely the hostess with the mostest!(I didn’t even mind her two, adorable cats)BTW, this is the last time you’ll ever catch me calling cats adorable, don’t wanna ruin my rep’, ya know?
Hope we can do it again, real soon. The pictures(mine, at least) will be up tommorrow or the day after, if I can get to it.
“Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.”
-Tao Te Ching
Yeah, I like Handy’s idea. You should all come down to Monterey for sushi. I know PCW and Canada Sue have been here too. Anyway, theres not a lot of stuff to see like in San Francisco, but from what Sassy told me in the chat, it was mostly about drinking anyway :).
Doob, as long as I can see the glass I am drinking from, I think the view would be great
I opened the door, and look who I found. Damn I’m good
I’m down with going to Monterey, as long as it’s before March. I go to school in Santa Cruz, but I’m graduating in the spring (yayay!). Then we’ll have, um, a North Bay Doper meeting, since about half of the people who showed up last night live here anyway. Anyone up for some wine tasting? <g>
~Kyla
“You couldn’t fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine.”
Well, IF we can pull a Monterey Doper meeting together before March, most of the action would have to take place in a restauraunt because I won’t be 21 until March 13th (Which is why, if I could have gone to the SF meeting, Chevy’s was a good Idea). Anyway, those of you up north who havent been here before, the scenery is great, just ask Sue :).
Heh, out of curiosity I put up a poll on my schools MB asking what everyone thought are the best places groups of friends can eat at in Monterey.
I’d be down with a Monterrey meeting Doob. Also, I’d love it if you guys could come up here to the wine country, as Kyla suggested. There’s lots of great places, and, during the summer, we could have a Bay Area SD campout! Whaddya think?
I wouldn’t say Monterey is dull. More like very peaceful, quiet sort of area. The Monterey Bay Aquarium is what most people come from. Most of the fun bars closed last year. el nidos & the other one, Whiteys. Doc Ricketts is still open far as I know. Maybe we shouldn’t schedule on the Lesbians music night if ya all get wild. At least there are hotels nearby to stumble to.
[what a cool, cool, cool bunch of people we had; especially Tyler. --Democritus]
:::digging toe in dirt::: Aw shucks!
FWIW, it takes two (or three, or seven)… We were all definitely on the same wavelength and fell into a pleasant bon homme, tout de suite! (But my philosophy is, we’re all warped enough to be on the SD in the first place, so it’s a good guess our personalities would mesh well IRL).
Democritus, I’m STUNNED what detailed notes you took! I saw you writing things down, but I thought that was for your tell-all Dopes blackmail scheme that you… er… I mean, ya know, for your personal journal.
[this is the last time you’ll ever catch me calling cats ******** (superfluous verbage deletion mine)]
Your secret is safe with me (and Derwood and Kirby)!
And on the Monterey and/or Sonoma gatherings, can I come to both?
T
We wouldn’t have it any other way, Tyler.
“Teaching without words and work without doing are understood by very few.”
-Tao Te Ching
For what it’s worth, I won’t be leaving til the END of March…we could have a Doobieous BDay party, if you like. I know zilch about Monterey (including how to get there on public transportation), so I’m depending on others to figure this one out.
~Kyla
“You couldn’t fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life if you had an electrified fooling machine.”
Just checking in. I had a great time on Saturday. You are all a great group of people to hang out with. We’ll have to do it again soon.
One thing I’ve learned, though. Married men should not stay at strange women’s houses over night (completely platonic, just to set the record straight) and then be sketchy about the whole thing to their wives the next morning. Mrs. Dirty Devil was not amused, to say the least. I am nursing my new asshole as we speak, and may not be a married man much longer (or alive, for that matter). God, when I fuck up I fuck up in spades. I guess I really am my own worst enemy.
But I did have a good time, though 
Thanks.