Well, I actually had a dream last night that I was at the miniChiDope Friday with all the FabulousDoperGuys[sup]TM[/sup], only there was no chair for me. I specifically remember a couple of Marine type DoperGuys. That’s all I remember. Really.
Also, German/Polish/English/Irish/Native-American-of-Unknown-Tribe checking in. Do I qualify for whatever the hell we’re talking about?
Well, porcupine, I’m no Marine. But, as a superhero, I have to offer my services. You can either sit in Superlap[sup]tm[/sup], or I COULD be extremely chivalrous, and say that as long as I have a face, you have a place to sit.
Re: foods. I submit: pickled herring, blue cheese, beer, and scalloped oysters. All consumed in great quantities by my family (especially the beer). Actually, anything pickled. My dad has in his fridge, I kid you not, pickled deer heart. It was good, but too heavy on the allspice and nutmeg.
Anyway, think, what? A re-enactment?
porc, I think this has devolved into a “Who Can Drink Superdude Under the Table” type thing. Of course, anyone who knows me knows it won’t be me. I’m a cheap date. I nominate porc to take my position in this game!
While the idea of riding the El Friday night in such garb may be considered by some an invitation to Danger, I DO live in Miami, and face danger on a daily basis with a smile. My kilt is in SC, and unattainable in such short order. I may have to find another, in the Clan Douglas tartan. Off to the internet! Gee Willikers, this might just be a PARTY!
I don’t have orgy supplies (guys, you can get that), but I do have a couple of disposable cameras (I’m not letting you lushes near my Canon), a small notepad so we can write down quotable quotes, and a couple of signs that say “Cecil Adams Family Reunion.” We can leave the sign on the table so even if we are under it, the uninitated Dopers can find us.