C’mon, can we?
Manny of you know me, some of you can’t stand me, but I know most of you love me. You know you do, just admit it. You’ll feel a lot better once you admit it.
Anyway, I hear about Dopefests in Houston, Dallas, Boston, Bay Area, and so on.
I want to go to one. I want to meet you guys in person. I want to hang out and eat, drink and be merry.
I want to meet Falcon, put my arms around her, and squeeze her.
I want to watch SeaDiver walk in.
I want to be sitting next to GaWd when she does, and share a look w/ him that says “She has ass for days, like *boom!*BAM!Gawddamn!”
I want to exchange insults with FreakFreely and Flypsyde over pint after pint of Guiness.
I want to shake Coldfire’s hand, and say “no, you da man.”
I want to sneak up on Kyla, and just for effect, pinch her booty.
I want to dance with Hamadryad.
I want to talk to Satan about the music industry and pick his brain.
I want to ask Unclebeer about the difference between a lager and a pilsner, and which he prefers.
I want everyone to compliment me on my Straight Dope T-Shirt.
I want to hang out with techchick again.
I want to high-five Mr.Cynical again, and make a bet with him that if he can drink me under the table, he can have my girlfriend for 5 minutes. (What she does to him, and the consequent ambulance ride, is up to her!)
I want to play quarters with Doobieous and ValerieBlaise.
I want to play trivial pursuit with Alphagene, just to see how much he knows.
I want to walk around downtown in some big city and sing bawdy songs with all my good friends.
But I can’t, because I live in the wrong state.
I want to do so many other things, with so many other kick ass dopers, and I am green with envy of those of you who get to hang out with each other. GRRRRRR! :mad:
So please, since I can’t go… keep the following things in mind.
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If Kyla were to squeal at an oppurtune time, and it adds to the atmosphere, then know I am there in spirit.
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If Mr. C gets loaded and hits on a tall, curly-haired, large-breasted woman, then I am there in sp- well, actually, that’s probably normal.
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If Falcon shivers and smiles, then I am there in spirit.
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If SeaDiver walks in and turns some heads, then I am there in sp- well, actually, that’s probably normal, too.
Anyway, someone just raise a glass, preferably filled with some fine brew, to “All of those dear dopers who couldn’t be with us tonight.”
Thanks.
<envious pout> buttholes. </envious pout>