Definites: RTFirefly
iampunha
DAVEW0071
Jomo Mojo
Zappo
Edward The Head
Weirddave
Maybes: Tranquilis
gobear
phantomdiver
Still need to be kidnapped and forcibly brought: Lucretia
Bluesman
I’ll be sending out emails soon with directions and contact info. If your address is not listed in your profile, please send me an email. I’ll need at least a rough headcount, so if you plan on bringing spouses, SOs, hitchhikers, etc., please let me know.
Well, OK, in that case, yooooouuuu seem to have omitted a certain UncleBill from the “definites” list.
Tsk, tsk. I see black clouds on the horizon. Can this marriage be saved? Ann Landers and Abigail Van Buren both have their doubts, and suggest professional counseling. But don’t worry, babe, I’ll be sure to catch you on the rebound.
And, for the record, I just wouldn’t feel right about ogling Margaret Dumont’s gams. Although I believe she had a more expansive rack than you do, hard as that may be to believe. Tell ya what, drape yourself with several strings of pearls, and we’ll do a comparative analysis.
I was IMed by a friend last night who lives about 3 hours south of DC. We play computer backgammon with each other all the time. She said she was willing to drive up and have a late lunch with me in Alexandria or someplace. Our first meeting IRL.
Woo hoo!
Lunch and backgammon with Nancy, afternoon and evening with Lise and a buncha Dopers, overnight at Firefly Manor! A whirlwind weekend!
Up with the rafters high, Ho for the wedding!
Raise them high, ye joiners, Ho for the wedding!
The bridegroom’s as tall as Ares, Ho for the wedding!
Far taller than a tall man, Ho for the wedding!
Towering as the Lesbian poet Ho for the wedding!
Over the poets of other lands, Ho for the wedding!
I’ll be back up at school then- I just got back from France yesterday- so I’m going to miss out.
Lise, it’s been ages since we’ve talked and I haven’t been able to convey to you my utter joy at what’s been going on with you. I’ll be there in spirit, and all I can say without knowing Uncle Bill is that he’s one of the luckiest damn men on the planet and if he ever treats you wrong I’ll break his legs.
Well, poo! Thank you for the well wishes, andygirl, I’m so sorry you can’t make it, and we will have to find a time to get together one of these days. Maybe we can entice Robot Arm down for another museum visit.
Um, Bill, I like you and all, but please, a favor: don’t get all sweet and mushy with me, okay? It embarrasses the hell out of me, and would probably make Lise feel bad…
What? He was talking about Lise? Being sweet and mushy with her??!!