It could be worse. I once had to tell a client I needed half a day off to go to an RG in Columbus. You’d be amazed at the effect the words, “Mensa Alligator Wrestling” have on some people. When I got back, it got even better. You see, I won, therefore I am a (now former) “Mensa Alligator Wrestling Champion”! 
CJ
Wha-a-a-t! You thought sat around and discussed particle physics?!
Gah! Is that a DG Hours thong? And a WSYC thong? Eep.
Yes, we’d better have t-shirts by then. Or something like that, seeing as I rarely wear t-shirts.
Sounds good about the transportation. Thanks much.
(Not vanity searching, I swear! 
)
I can conceivably do the 19th. I rarely have things planned that far in advance, anyway.
Where’s the ice cream going? There should be ice-cream. Wherever this is, there should be ice cream there. I’ll bring it, if i have to. Must have ice cream…it is the stuff of life, you know…slather
straightens self up adjusts tie
And what’s this about “mixed-company action”?
bamf
Why yes…yes, it is
extra-special bamf just for you
So, we’ve marked it on the calendar. Maybe I’ll bring Pie.
Adressed to gobear, I know, but: YESYESYESYESYES! I never miss a dopefest if I can possibly manage it, and I haven’t had a proper full-day one in far too long! [/slightly high-pitched, possibly cracking, enthusiastic excited voice]
Ice cream would be coming from NOVA, bamfer. Mixed company action is stuff like gropage and other PDAs (that can be public display of affection or public display of action).
Okay, I talked to hubby last night, and we are a pretty firm tentative “yes”, and by “we”, I mean the whole fam damily! That’ll be me, hubby, and three girls, ages 17 (well, she will be by then), 13 (dwalin, I’m bringing her just for you 
), and 4.
I will make some whole-wheat macaroni and cheese.
We could call it “Battlefield: Dope”!
“100x more entertaining than that crappy Travolta movie!”
It could’ve been worse – you could’ve read the book.
Back on topic – I figure this Dopefest is a good excuse for me to finally get a cooler for drinking water.
I did read the book. It was better than the movie.
Of course, that’s not all that much of an accomplishment, considering…
If someone manages to kidnap DocCathode and get him to come, I will bring pie. Homemade. Apple. World’s Best, my daddy’s recipe.
Oy. Okay, Robyn, you’re my witness:
I am not responsible for what my brother may or may not do with youngteenw. I promise to furnish a leash and collar upon request. You bring the mace (see, cuz if there were an accident in the car with the mace and ice cream, bamfer would be upset and fizzy would get no pie. Priorities and all).
[sub]Any kids I have will not be allowed to have pheromones and will be genderless.[/sub]
DUDE! Looking forward to seeing your Levittownian face again! Thump the tub and get all of the Philadopers out for this one!
To other chili challengers, you’re on. 
It doesn’t matter who wins-it’s all good when your brow beads sweat while you eat it.
We’re still talking about chili, right? Because I think the Pennsylvania park police will have problems with any other interpretation of this…
(not that I’d shy away from a challenge of that nature…just not at a family-type picnic…)
I’ll do even better than that. . .I’ll bring. . .her father!! Father says he reserves the right to bring a baseball bat .
sigh That was me. That’s what I get for stealing someone else’s computer.
I haven’t been to Gettysburg in something like 40 years - there are photos of my sibs and me astride a cannon sometime in the early 60s - I was sooooooo cute! According to mapquest, it’s about 3 hours from Solomons, so a long day, but doable.
Anyway, this sounds like a fun time and I’m going to see if I can convince FCD that he’ll enjoy it. If nothing else, the chili will catch his interest. I make no promises or commitments until he and I can discuss this, especially since we don’t know what will be happening with our house construction, but mark me down as a tentative “maybe” and if we do make it, I’ll be bringing my much-beloved cucumber-onion salad, because it’s easy enough to make on the boat.
Don’t toy with me, FCM!