Y’know, Reston is only about 2 1/2 or 3 hours down Route 15 from Fabulous Castell Zappo.
Hopefully I can make it, if my being all teary-eyed won’t interfere with my driving. 
Zap!
I went to her last shindig, Zap. Check your timing belt BEFORE you leave. Just take my word for it. 
I, unfortunately, will be on a thirteen week working vacation from real life in beautiful Biloxi, Mississippi (aka Tech School at Keesler AFB), so alas, I will be unable to attend.
Nevertheless, I’ll be thinking about you guys and all the fun you’ll be having.
Catch you the next time.
-Dave
Mrs. Dave-Guy and I talked about it this morning. She understands that it’s important to me, and that I have no social life whatever, and she’s just tired of seeing me mope around the house. So she doesn’t mind. I think what really clinched the deal was the fact that RTFirefly offered to furnish a crash pad for me. Kudos, my man! I owe ya one.
Lise, I’ve already emailed you asking for directions. The subject line is “Save 50% on inkjet cartridges!”
I am happy.
Wooooo-HOOOO!
Yeehaw!! Most happy to help make this possible, Dave-Guy!
Well, craptacular. I’m going to be in Raleigh that weekend.
Celebrate, down a shot of heavy whipping cream for me, say hi to your folks for me, and I’m there in spirit. Well, the part of my spirit that’s not in Raleigh that weekend.
Dammit, dammit dammit, you people – another one I have to miss (My in-laws are coming in on the 22nd). I’ll miss you guys (again!).
Jess (who’s obviously going to have to get off her ass and plan the long-awaited Yorktown-Hot-Tub-Dope-a-thon if she ever wants to see any more Dopers ever again)
Firefly, I owe you large, man. Expect extreme high fives at the very least. And, with your permission, I’ll smooch your wife (her name isn’t Mrs. Teasdale, by any chance, is it?).
Geo, so glad I could make you “woo-HOOO!” You have no idea what it does to my ego. And when I see you, I’m gonna hug you so hard, you’ll squeak!
I gotta see about renting a car. Something flashy and sporty, I think, befitting a man in the burgeoning stages of mid-life crisis.
Oh yeah, I’m cranked.
Please do. It’ll be good for her.
I’ve so far resisted the temptation to refer to her online as Gloria Teasdale. Somehow I don’t think she’d be flattered by being compared to Margaret Dumont. (She’s obviously not Eve’s long-lost twin sister!) And while I’m willing to live dangerously now and then, there are limits.
Besides, I think she’s much better-looking than Margaret Dumont.
I’ll be there, and I already know the directions. Any ogling of said gorgeous gams, squeezing until she squeaks, and other various and sundry activities regarding my betrothed are perfectly fine by me. I get to go home with her. For good! Please inform the wimmin folk that my booty is available for ogling, too. But I won’t go home with your various wives.
NO one is better looking than Margaret Dumont!
Sad to say we’ll be in Lancaster, PA that weekend on our monthly go entertain the grandmother trip.
But I hope to see you both soon!
Wow, special flirting dispensation from the man of the hour, UncleBill himself. w00t! His reasoning is sound, though. Taking the ultimate prize home is extreme compensation for allowing everyone else to admire her. I promise not to leave too many fingerprints, Bill.
And, RT, Margaret Dumont is not just a beauty, she is a celestial presence. I’m sure Mrs. Firefly is supremely lovely, however. Tell her I said so, 'cause when I wake everyone up snoring like a bandsaw, I’m going to need all the positive vibes in the old Karma Bank that I can get.
Hey, we both like it that we snagged hotties. I was showing his butt to some Irish chicks at Red Rock West.
Margaret Dumont may have been a celestial presence, but I’m afraid we’ll have to agree to disagree on her looks, because if no woman looked better than her, I’d throw myself under a train.
But don’t worry, Dave, the guest room is not only one floor below the master bedroom, but it’s at the other end of the house. So them’ll have to be some serious snores, to intrude on our sleep.
If you leave the bedroom door ajar, I can promise you feline company during the night. Charlotte and Wilbur have yet to meet a person they didn’t like. And the only reason curiosity hasn’t already killed them is that we don’t let them outdoors.
I said Margaret Dumont was celestial, I didn’t say I’d do her. If it came down to her and Thelma Todd, for instance…
And I didn’t know you had kitties. I love kitties! Fido often sleeps in our bed, so feline company is welcome and encouraged. It will be just like home!
Yep, Thelma Todd in a heartbeat. The ‘closet scene’ with her and Groucho in Monkey Business is my personal favorite scene in all the Marx Brothers movies.
I was really replying to both you and JC in one fell swoop, and I apologize for the confusion. He said no one was better looking than Margaret Dumont, and I sure hope he was being facetious, or maybe that pink eye permanently screwed up his vision, too!
Hey! Enough with the Margaret Dumont! This thread is supposed to be about meeeeeeee!
Oh, you’re more of a babe-a-rama than anyone is black and white ever could be.
Hey, I’m jet black and jealous of UncleBill here.
Well hey, that actaully looks like a good weekend for me. I should be able to attend. I’ll shoot off an e-mail in a second. Your mother’s not gonna mind if I ride my motorcycle through the house will she?
Through the house? Since she never let my brothers do it, I’m not holding out a lot of hope for your being able to either, bud. Sorry.