Boston Dopefest Recap

I wanted to share some highlights of last night’s Dopefest, in case anyone was interested in hearing about it. First and foremost, a good time was had by all, though McCormick & Schmick was a little pricey, as observed almost universally hereabouts. Nonetheless, on to the highlights…

CalMeacham stunned and delighted us all with his extensive tatoos. wo-thirds of his body, I think he said, covered. lorene commented that the dragon-themed back-piece he displayed was her favorite, though the prison tats on his neck were my favorite.

tdn was the only one with enough foresight to plan ahead for the exorbitant prices - he secreted in a small jar full of cockroaches and planted a couple in his hassefpfeffer, which they (of course) had to comp for him. Robot Arm committed the only real faux pas of the evening by mistaking the remaining roaches for dates and ate several before we could finally pry the jar away from him and return it to tdn

HippyHollow challenged me to an arm-wrestling contest, and when I declined, he became enraged. We settled it like men, though, in an alley across the street, while the rest of the group waited for their entrees. I’d call it a draw, except that he cut off a pice of my ear. Advantage HippyHollow, and we ended the evening amicably. Well met, mon frere.

Afterwards, BigBabySweets2000 produced a sack full of spray paint and we walked up to North Station and grafitto’d trains untill the early hours.

There’s more (I haven’t forgotten the rest of you), but what’s left of my ear is starting to bleed again. If I have time after I re-bandage it, I’ll post more.

Winston

WHERE ARE THE PICTURES??

I’m surprised at WinstonSmith’s audacity. his report is highly original and imaginative, lacking only the aspect of veracity. He completely leaves out the parts with the squid, the goat, and the Blood Sacrifice. Not to mention the Ritual Scarification. Next Dopefest we’ll all get four triangles incised.

As long as we’re telling the whole truth here, Winston showed up on-time and announced. Hippy Hollow was silent, uninteresting, and has never appeared on a game show.

Oh, and I find lorene to be physically and socially repulsive. It’s a good thing we sat at opposite sides of the table. I failed to swoon.

And my wild guess at the number of our party was WAY off.

And oh yeah, it’s a good thing I put ketchup on my hot dog.

I’m bleeding to death over here, and you’re complaining about my veracity? I don’t know what that means, but once I get this gauze taped on, I’m gonna go find a dictionary.

:dubious:

And I think the award for most accurate username should go to Hippy Hollow. He is both a hippy and very hollow.

Winston also forgot the part where PepperMill threatened to kick my ass for admiring her man’s tattoos, but perhaps I am so physically and socially repulsive (ahem) that he just couldn’t bear to watch.

Yeah. I can’t understand why you were being such a camera slut. :wink:

All that’s about what I figured and that is why I could’t make it. My personal assist monkey isn’t allowed in most restaurants even though it i s required by law. One violent episode and he can close down an entire restaurant for weeks until the Department of Health can straighten it all out However, I would have bet good money that Winston could take down someone named Hippy based on the Green Beret medals and a pathological hatred for people with poor hygiene.

Yeah, but your monkey would have at least made for good eats. The food sucked!

It’s a good thing that the busboy was right there with water at all times. Not that I was dehydrated or anything.

I think our party really lacked people named Eric, too. Nothing like a good Eric to liven things up.

We did all discover a common hatred of reading, too. We’re practically an illiterate bunch.

You guys all sound like you hated the evening. Well, at least there was food.

Food? FOOD?!?

There was food there? I was only able to pry one of those dates away from Robot Arm (whose user name is totally false - the arms are the only thing human left on that cyborg).

Yes, there was food. I saved my brulee to give to MilliCal, because I understand she thrives on the stuff.

Geez, where were you? They were practically giving it away.

I believe that Winston has now bled to death.

Not at all; the dates were delish.

Were they packed in EVOO (extra virgin olive oil)? How good is that? Yum-O!

Oh, and as far as the picture requests go, I believe that we will have to wait for BigBabySweets2000 to awaken and post. We found out, as many I am sure know, that BigBabySweets2000 is half-vampiric and half-gnomic making him entirely allergic to sunlight.

(Watching him eat his extremely rare prime rib is not an activity for the faint of stomach! When he mentioned that his normal method of feeding involves a set of lock-picks, a really long straw, and the local blood bank, we completely failed to ask him to elaborate.)

Perhaps once he emerges from his crypt once again, he could be persuaded to upload his pictures for us.

And then Winston had to go and mention that he was bleeding in this thread.
Like we’ll ever see him again.

Those “dates” were the roaches that I brought! I wondered what happened to that container!
MillCal will thank you for the brulee, tdn.
And lorene, don’t forget the smackdown I challenged you to! You look at my man again like that and I’'ll do more than break your leg again!

Pepper

I was really confused by your post for a moment pepper, until I saw your sign-off.

Clearly Hippy was ignoring me all night and Winston all but shunned my poor fiance.

And the waiter obviously loved us so much we got tons of soda with free refills.