Well, I got to the Sheraton about 15 minutes early, and picked a seat where people could see me. Then a few minutes later I noticed a familiar face walking towards the bar. Phouka and Rincewind had actually arrived earlier than I had & I hadn’t seen them. Oops. They sat down with me and witty scintillating conversation ensued. Those who showed (in order of appearance)
Phouka
Rincewind
Adam Yax
Chef Troy
Grace & her friend Hootie (who only lurks now)
Topics of discussion:
Terry Pratchett
Phouka’s job, which sounds really cool except for the a**holes she has to work with. I’d love to have a job where I could surf all day long.
Which forums we follow
The posters we know are gay
Speeding tickets
(at this point Chef Troy showed & the conversation went downhill )
Names (say this out loud: U R Sofa King re todd id)
Haggis
Chef’s worst drunk (Chef Troy regaled us with a tale of an all-you-can-drink bar and his Bataan death-crawl to the toilet, dragging a big bowl along with him)
Cats
Chef also flirted madly with all of the women (note by Chef: Grace was immediately overcome by Chef’s charisma and kept coming up with excuses to touch him )
I also remember we discussed that Chef was SqrlCub’s type, except for a lack of body hair.
I had a great time! Because of a wedding I had to attend earlier in the evening, I arrived fashionably late. I called and let them know I was on my way but then got stuck in traffic…at 10:00 at night!! Hootee and I didn’t get there until almost 11:00 p.m.
We ran into the hotel and asked the desk clerk for the sports bar and then walked into the bar on the lookout for a sign. We spotted three rather drunk individuals dancing in the corner and mumbling incoherently about Michael Masterson. We’d found our group! Yesssss!! Admittedly that didn’t really happen but it did make for a better intro than I spotted them and Zyada waved me over.
I sat next to Chef Troy because I immediately spotted a fellow flirt ;), and introduced myself and my friend who at this time is only a lurker but maybe she’ll post now. BTW, I did not make up any excuses for touching Chef Troy…I thought I was being pretty obvious about it. LOL. Chef Troy was actually the one making up excuses to touch me. Some lame story about gay men, gay bars and silk blouses.
Zyada and I talked about romantic comedies and she has recommended a movie to me which I’ll rent this week. Adam was quiet at the other end of the table and trying to get the waitress to come over so he could settle his tab.
We talked about what each of us do for a living, cats (mine, Zyada’s two kitties, and Chef’s cat who ate Doritos and bit his girlfriend/now wife), possible locations for the SD Gathering 2000, and about the Greek bar where Chef Troy had all you can drink for $5. This was also the place where the owner called him Mr. Beeg Guy and served him a killer pink Pepto-Bismol type drink.
Then a little bit after midnight, the DDD was over and it was time to head back to Frisco.
Thanks Zyada for planning the event. I enjoyed it and hopefully we can do it again!
“I love being married. It’s so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.”
Hootee here,
It was a pleasure to meet all of you last evening.
Grace and I arrived in our finery. Dang dress I had on was hard to keep my boobage from showing. Next time, for you enjoyment Chef, I will wear my ribbed turtleneck sweater.
Grace failed to mention, that I am a GREAT driver with a tremendous sense of direction and a navigator like none other. Because of my abilities, we arrived to the gathering sooner than we would have if we had stayed on the clogged freeway. Grace, I love ya sister!
I say next time, we go to a place with a dance floor and I will show you all how to do the swim! :0
Warning: Do not let Hootee on the dance floor!! Last night she did the swim and fell flat on her behind.
As far as getting me to the gathering, let me say Thank You! You did a good job getting me to the gathering. You did an excellent job navigating your way through DFW traffic, cutting other driver’s off, driving through back roads, driving your Focus at high speeds, not forcing me to listen to Shania Twain, and getting me to the All Stars bar safely and soundly.
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
Don’t believe Grace, everyone! I was NOT inventing excuses to touch her. The tally sheet says it all: I touched her once (admittedly, VERY close to…well, you know… her lower front shoulder) and she touched me more than four times. She was a wild woman…I had to keep flashing my wedding ring at her. (note to Grace’s SO…the above was fictionalized to improve plot flow.)
In fact, once I psychically made Rincewind tired enough to leave and then telekinetically increased the pressure in Adam Yax’s bladder and sent him to the can, I was ready to begin bathing the women at the table with my aura of irresistibility. Unfortunately, I’d put the batteries in backwards again and they found me compellingly resistable instead. Blast… maybe I should stop talking about my wife so much, it seems to be derailing the seduction process…
The winter was hard, so they ate Sir Robin’s minstrel, and there was much rejoicing. (yay!)
Yes, I had tons of fun. It was nice to meet up with everyone, though Rincewind and I took off before Grace arrives. Which reminds me, I completely spaced tipping the waitress when I left and didn’t remember until after we were well on our way. D’oh! If anyone covered for me and my forgetfulness, I am much obliged. Otherwise, I will overtip the next five waitresses I get in an attempt to redeem my kharma.
We also discussed:
Harry Potter books (Chef does great voices)
Why I Hate My Job (note to Zyada: it’s not that cool)
Band Geek stories
How Our Grandmother (former VP of the Kansas Temperance League) Would Approve of Rincewind’s Drinking Habits (that is to say, no alcohol, only cokes)
The Other Viciously Rude Things I’ve Said To My Coworker, Danny The Loser
I missed out on the SD 2000 discussions, but my vote is for Las Vegas.
How sad for Chef Troy that when he felt my lower front shoulder he found nothing there. Note to self: Next time remember to stuff your bra with kleenex!
Phouka and Rincewind–I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you. Maybe I’ll be able to do so at the next gathering.
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
Grace, how can you SAY that I “found nothing there”? My hand is still tingling from mere proximity to that supernaturally shapely hemisphere. All I can say is, if you don’t think I found what I was feeling around for, let’s make an appointment for me to Braille you some more. C=(:^{P>
And Phouka, don’t worry about stiffing the waitress. If there was EVER a server who deserved to be stiffed on the tip, it was her.
I think I’m going to agree with Chef Troy. The waitress never even came around when I was there. I had to go to the bar to order my drink. Adam probably hasn’t posted to this thread because he’s still trying to figure out if that waitress charged him double for a drink. She said “I forgot to charge you for a drink last time so I charged you twice this time.” Poor Adam probably just paid it for fear that we’d never see the waitress again.
Chef Troy, you know my shoulder is still tingling too. I think I need another grope just to test to make sure it was you that caused it. =Þ
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
I think I’m going to agree with Chef Troy. The waitress never even came
around when I was there. I had to go to the bar to order my drink. Adam
probably hasn’t posted to this thread because he’s still trying to figure out
if that waitress charged him double for a drink. She said “I forgot to
charge you for a drink last time so I charged you twice this time.” Poor
Adam probably just paid it for fear that we’d never see the waitress again.
Chef Troy, you know my shoulder is still tingling too. I think I need
another grope just to test to make sure it was you that caused it. =Þ
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
Dad gummitt!! I guess that post I did earlier did work. It didn’t seem like it was posting so I copied it and sent it to myself to post later. Grrrrr!!!
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
No one remembered to bring a camera. It’s just as well though. Our reflections don’t show up in mirrors so a camera probably wouldn’t have caught anything except for Hootee’s boobs.
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
FINALLY, another use for Kotex that I can kid myself Mrs. Chef uses them for…now I can buy them for her without getting the industrial-strength willies.
Thanks, Hootie. And thank you in particular for wearing that dress, sitting next to me, and leaning across the table to pick up a pen. It was a hell of a show. wink
Tell them to stop looking. I just remember I wasn’t wearing any that night. If you have a pair in your pocket, we may have just discovered the reason why your waitress was absent most of the night.
Work is fine for killin’ time, but it’s a shaky way to make a living.
You were “nothing but net” that night? but I distinctly remember surreptitiously helping someone remove their panties under the table. If it wasn’t you, then who…
Grace…Chef Troy. Were the lace see through panties white? Oh never mind, I had on my long line girdle that night. Hooked at the crotch. Too much trouble to wear panties and that God awful sausage casing! Zyada do you wear lace see throughs too?
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