Oh! I forgot to mention one of the very best parts of the weekend! Tibs nearly knocked me out of my chair demonstrating her power-snuffling technique all over my neck. If you don’t envy me for that, you’re a damn fool.
You people are so bizarre. But in that good way.
But both 'punha and fizzy rubbed my velvet, so I’d count that as a success. 
Though we really really need to do this again when I am NOT dead exhausted. I’m a lot more [ flirty / obnoxious / memorable / pick one ] when I’m awake, I swear.
This nasty weather is making my brain foggy (or maybe I’m still recovering from all of you) so more later when I can think.
Though I agree about typo’s stogie. 
So I drove home from Springfield and dropped off the film for one hour development. These are the Manifest Breastiny photos. Lots of nipple, lots of kissing, lots of grabbing, lots of mauling. 4:15.
5:20 - I head back to Walgreens to pick up the pictures. Call Typo-mna and boasted about the soon to be seen pictures. The nice man behind the counter says they are not ready and it would be another 15 minutes or so. Okay, color me disappointed but, eh, such is life.
5:40 - Head back to Walgreens. The nice lady behind the counter says, “Not ready, sorry, prom was last night…we’re swamped…another 15 minutes.”
5:45 - Call and whine to Dyno that the pictures are taking forever. Hope Photo staff hasn’t looked too closely at them.
6:00 - I walk up to the counter and the woman approaches very, very tentatively. She says, “Um…there’s a small problem…let me get the manager.” At this point, I’m pretty convinced that they are going to tell me that the photos are inappropriate and they won’t develop them. (Color me paranoid.)
6:05 - Manager of Walgreens says, “The negatives got stuck in the machine…we had to douse them with a rinse to pull them out.” I see the strip of negatives, now no longer flat but more like curling ribbon, dangling from a clip. My face goes pale. Manager continues, “We can’t run them when they are wet, they have to dry…it could be quite a while and they may not turn out.” Color me half-fuming.
6:10 - Female Photo Employee #1 picks up the negatives and squints at them, “Yeah…oh yeah…these aren’t quite dry…what do you think?” Photo Employee #1 passes negatives to Male Photo Employee #2 who holds them up to the light and says, “Ohhhh yessssss…these aren’t dry yet…what do you think?” Photo Employee #2 hands negatives to Manager. Manager holds up negatives to the light and says, “Mmmmm, yeah…not quite dry…Oooo, yes.” Back to Photo Employee #1. At this point, I try to melt into the floor. Another 20 minutes, they say, to dry and process.
6:15 - Sit in car and call Hamadryad to tell my ghastly story.
6:25 - Hama still laughing.
6:30 - Go inside where Photoe Employee #1 hands me pictures and says, “No charge.”
6:45. - Home. Masturbating. ([triumph] I KEED, I KEED! [/triumph]
I can never show my face again at the Walgreens 1 hour photo.
Tibs.
HAHAHAHAHA!
Poor Tibby!
(Nipples eh? :D)
Some pictures, uncaptioned and un-red-eye-reduced:
http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4290177219
Comment on your favorites.
I’m very sorry to have missed it. I regret not getting to see old friends (Jane D’Oh in particular, since it’s been tooooooo long) and to see some people I’ve been dying to meet. Judith Prietht, for example, and Biggirl.
And Gundy’s undies.
If you aren’t putting your pictures online, can you e-mail me any and all? Tibby@insightbb.com
That dopefest ROCKED.
**Tiburon, ** I don’t know how crazy the management here might be about your posting a link to your photos in particular, but how might one see them? (Ummm, I just want to see how the two I shot came out. Yeah, that’s it.)
Some more pictures here
Top picture of me kissing Monster = Cutest Picture Ever
Good Lord, how many times did I kiss Monster? (Not nearly as many times as I tried, I’m sure. :rolleyes: :D)
Pictures of Manifest Breastiny pending permission of participants.
Rarely have I left a hotel room in such condition. But several Dopers convened in my room after the Grafton and…, well, I don’t think anything was permanently damaged.
Had a great time! Just dragged back into Houston a short while ago, and I think this thread will experience a booster shot in a day or two when the travelers make it back to their machines. We had Dopers from San Diego, Portland, several from Michigan, Florida, New York, Nebraska, Texas (bling, bling!), Connecticut, Indiana, points asunder in Illinois and from the deep dark north of Canada.
What can I say about this gathering? This mustering of the troops?
Friday night was great fun (I understand there were several alternate Doper Friday meltdowns). I lucked out, and by the chance meeting with iamphuna, I was graced with the beneficense of our co-organizer Jane D’oh, who delivered us to Gunde’s.
Gunde. I truly enjoyed meeting you. Your OP is so…, so YOU! And part of why I think you’d make a great Texan! [sub]:d&r:[/sub]
I’m pumpkinizing now. I’ll be back with more later.
Tibs, I’m gonna e-mail you my pics later because the page seems to be all jacked up – can you put them on your site?
You bet, Gundy.
Og blessit! I shoulda gone. Shoulda stuck to my guns. But no, a friend tells me of a family thing I just -have- to go to.
One day, I will learn to say ‘no’ to my friends. Really I will
Hope y’all had a great time. Even without me. <sniff>
Well, after the harrowing winds of Windiana (I still don’t know how the nearby cows managed to stay on the ground), a slight detour in … Kentessee (Kentucky, Tennessee … what’s the difference, really?) and, most amusingly, a toll road that actually went slower than its accompanying “You really don’t want to drive on this road because the toll road will get you there faster” road…we’re back. We actually got back at around 11:30, but this ISP seems to be playing cat-and-mouse with itself.
Now I will try to recap my thoughts (ha), because A) there are enough for a big-ass post and B) B’s asleep so I ain’t trying to post for her.
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We were in the early stages of our drive to Chidope and at the side of the road say “Prepare to meet God” on a sign. I immediately freaked, thinking that some well-meaning (but not well-endowed cranially) person of religious persuasion had sabotaged the road. Fortunately this was not the case, but it was accurate. Tiburon, now’at I have met her, is my new Lord and Personal Savior. Anyone who doesn’t go for men but still says I am sextacular is worthy of burnt offerings at the altar of her choosing. I thought I wanted to be Biggirl when I grow up. Well, maybe take the funbits of both of them and make one big bodacious more favorite bigguron
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Shibboleth, yer kids rock. Thanks for letting me ‘n’ B play with them (yes, I am still so naive as to think he let us play with them, as opposed to letting us get tired so they could relax for approximately four seconds).
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Gundy, many thanks for a lot of stuff ranging from feeling me up (twice) to not kicking my ass when I beat your kid … in foosball:D My rusty self was able to recover from the first foosball injury I think I have ever sustained (buncha cuts on my left thumb from my index finger nail) … to the books and your acceptance of the fact that while you cannot be my most favorite doper(
at Tibs), you’ll take second or thid place or so (among well over a hundred for anyone who wasn’t aware). Kinda gotta give that top spot to my hunny. But major props for the books and The Book, as well as that whole “I knew John Shuerholz’s daughter” bit. I’d kneel at your altar but there’s that whole dude you’re with, plus the girl I’m with and … well, the commute would be hell. -
Jane continues to be r0xx0r like no wanna-be 1337 T33N H4xx0R could ever hope to be. There we were, B and I, sitting in the lobby trying to figure out what the hell we’re gonna do. Couldn’t figure out how to get directions to The Wild Goose to meet up with folks, and in walks Jane, by happenstance, and takes us under her wings and drives us (along with Ringo, who happened to see me and whom I recognized when I saw him, but couldn’t remember his name) to Gundy’s. Major thanks as well for the hotel room (again) and the reassuringness she oozes. A few people mentioned there was no ChiDope Billdo. Well, I have to say from what I saw that Jane handled pretty well everything anyone threw at her with extreme poise, kindness and a car.
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Zoltarb has balls of steel. I saw him in the hotel bar and he was allllll about all the jarbabyj action he could get his hands on, so to speak:D Even after I informed him that his skinny, unhairy unaccented butt was as far from big, hairy, burly German guys jar lusts after with the drool of ten hungry St. Bernards, his resolve was strong and his will ever-visible (unless he happened to have that television remote in his pocket;)). At the Grafton he wanted a shot with jarbabyj and boy did he ever get one. I’m not going to go into detail about it, but as typo mna and I both remarked, she probably saved him at least a year’s worth of Playboys with the shot she took with him (and you can’t even see much.) For those who are interested and at work, it’s pretty safe. No clothes are removed nor are hands under said clothes. I don’t think he cared, though:D
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Kaio, bristlesage and Peri have three of the most naturally calming visages I think I’ve ever seen (though not tops all-time, of course;)). I would have been flirting heavily with at least one of you if not for that whole engaged thing. And it’s a bloody good thing I’ve got someone to act out all those fantasies with…
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Czarcasm and MEBuckner hept me and my hunny sane in the car both there and back, as we got rather lost in the latter and were decently worried about getting lost in the former. I just wish one of them had had his edit button in the car so we could have gone down the streets in order instead of having to search them out (along with things like lane markings and pieces of actual road amongst the potholes) one by one. And adding two to my “moderators I’ve met” count is always fun. I think I have six left to meet now.
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Lurkmeister, regardless of how tired you say you were, I’ve met a lot of guys who would have tried to socialize despite A) that factor and B) the lovely lady to your left. A lot of guys. You, sir, are a man. It was an honor to meet both you and your wife. I just wish I coulda introduced you to a few more of your admirers, or told you who they were, or whatever.
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Ringo, all I got to say is we gotta work on that alcohol-accent theory. It’ll bring millions:D
More later, when I either remember more stuff or people say “HEY! Why didn’t you mention ME?”
Dopers just rock and roll.
First, I’d like to thank Jane D’oh. The hotel was the shiznit and so is she.
ShadowFox and her friend Missy know how to celebrate Mother’s Day-- hundreds of miles away from their children. The both of them are also the shiznit.
With his combination of German speed and Thia recklessness, Shib is the designated wheel man if we ever have StraightDope heist. He’s the shiznit too.
Anybody who gives me vodka at three in the morning is the shiznit in my book. Thanks Ringo.
For the last time Demo, Woodstock, Katy and Miss Maple– stop drinking and go home!
There’s nothing like a lazy afternoon spent in bed with Czarcasm. He was such a good host that Zoltarb hoped for a tornado to touch down at O’Hare so he could go back and spend another day with him.
I want to give hugs and kisses and much love to everyone else. Everybody was indeed the shiznit. Everybody but piccar, that is. He’s an ugly bastard.
I’m going to quick jump in here and say…
Biggirl, if we’re going to become the Bigguron, I just want you to know it will involve much more boob touching. Prepare thyself now.
Ooo, and I like nice panties, too! Wear summa those!
i heart punha.
Oh, BTW. Kyla, I know you’ll want to hear this from me:
Giants 3, Braves … oh, wait. The Braves didn’t lose. They won. 7-3. Took 2 of 3 in the series. And oh, you remember how you said they had only 9 losses? Looks like my “they have more than that” was prophetic … my team gave your team two more to add to their ever-growing pile. Now the Giants are ahead of the Braves for best record in the NL by a whopping … half game. How about that, Ms. “History of a team doesn’t matter but the giants have lots of hall of fame players!”* Thang;)
Nice to see you too:) Always fun to have our little spats. 11 consecutive division titles (1991 to the present) is not the past. Remember this. I know I do:D
*[sub]You were probably more than a little inebriated at the time, so I’ll let it slide this time. THIS time:)[/sub]
Thanks to everybody for the great evening on Saturday. It was a pleasure to finally meet the people behind the names. Thanks especially to Gundy, Random, Jane D’oh and any other posters who assisted with setting up this shindig.
I met an awful lot of very wonderful people, and I hope to see every one of you again soon.
I only wish I could have partaken in much more of the activities, and next year, plan to be more active. Perhaps this was a good ‘intro to ChiDope’.
“Manifest Breastiny?” I thought that was a joke. I would’a definitely stayed around a lot longer.
I wrote a long post, and it got eaten by the hamsters. Grrr. All of that typing has wiped me out, so suffice to say, I hate you all.
Aaaaaand, I didn’t get to see any undies at all.