Leisure World is a retirement home (or possibly a chain of retirement homes).
And here I was thinking of a cross between Leisure-Suit Larry and Wallyworld …
I’m going to let imaginations run wild there:D
I like that far better than the implication that a woman in her late 30s is ready for the retirement home! 
Bump for the weekday folks.
Put me down as a maybe…but I’ll need good directions to get there. I don’t usually venture down the toll road to Herndon.
dcnewsman, I commend you for your fearless willingness to venture out to the wilds of farthest Fairfax County. Fret not, I shall post detailed directions when we get a little closer to the event.
And per RTFirefly’s request, I am considering an early dinner–my folks tend to eat early also, so this would work well.
Guess I have to be there. Ah, well.
Sua
Mrs Chance, Baby Kate and I may well make it there as well. We’ll try, at any rate. Make sure there’s a high chair!
I think I can do this.
Would a rock from my parking lot work as a good gift, Geobabe?
And, for the record, I’m 28, and I’m very glad I don’t have to wait a decade to enjoy the benefits of mid-to-late 30s women. 
Yay! I can come!
Well, I saw the prelim schedule and my manager gave me my first Sunday off in…about four months. So I should be able to go. But I’m going to need excellent directions, because I get lost easily and I’m coming from Baltimore. Will it take longer than two hours?
Happy Birthday, Geobabe.
Hope to see you guys there!
Geobabe writes:
> I like that far better than the implication that a woman
> in her late 30s is ready for the retirement home!
Chill out, Geobabe. I didn’t even create that expression. (I stole it from a friend.) Furthermore, I would use it no matter whether it’s the man or woman who’s older. If I, who am 12 years older than you, were to marry you, I would consider myself to be robbing the cradle, and I would consider you to be robbing Leisure World.
Wendell, perhaps, since you don’t know me very well, I should explain. For the most part, I am not to be taken seriously, particularly if I use a smiley.
So,
I’ll email directions to y’all some time this weekend. Looking forward to the party!
When I started to tell Bluesman about this gathering, I didn’t get any farther than “Geobabe…”, and his little ears perked right up. I think that means we will be there:) .
Great, first I make an offhand funny comment that some of you were apparently offended by, and then when I try to apologize it turns out that you were joking about being offended, so I get whooshed. (And to top it off, I had to explain the reference in my joke, which always completely destroys the mood anyway.) Look, don’t mind me. I’ll just be over here in the corner by myself committing hari-kari out of shame.
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Why do you keep planning these things when I can’t come? This is what? the third I’ve had to miss? Dammit!
Oh and happy birthday, Geobabe. The 15th is also my son’s birthday (his 15th), which is why I’ll be missing yours.
<sigh> And, you’all probably won’t even miss me, it’s been so long since I made a Dopefest. Dammit.
Jess (remember me?)
How could I forget? The moon was full that night, and you were in the garden wearing that stunning black off-the-shoulder Dior creation. You positively glowed with life, desire, and an alluring mystery.
Enchanted, I built up the courage to approach you. I fumbled with my words a bit, but you laughed with me, not at me. Soon, we were sitting close to each other on the bench, talking intimately. I don’t know why, but I felt the urge to share with you my most secret thoughts and desires, and you felt the same. It was if I had met my soulmate.
The tension built between us. We were both nervous, but swept away by our emotions and desires. Silently, you stood up and pulled me deeper into the garden. In a graceful motion, you slipped out of your dress and stood gloriously and proudly naked before me. We kissed, and slowly slid down onto the soft, thick grass. We made slow, passionate love as the gentle night breeze caused rose petals to softly fall onto our entwined bodies.
I will never forget.
Sua
[sub]That was you, right? If not, boy am I embarrassed![/sub]
'Cause, Sua, that was a classic. I’ve rarely seen a punch line set up so well.
Jess, while I don’t remember you with the same passion and fervor as our friend Sua ;), trust me, I haven’t forgotten you - I’ve had a great time everytime we’ve been together.
I owe you an apology for dropping the ball on the LB Dopefest that we’d been talking about a few months back - things got busy, I kept meaning to email you, and I never did. (Seemed to happen to everyone around here at once; I don’t think there were any major get-togethers between mid-March, when you were up here, and Weirddave’s 4th-of-July party.)
Things are still busy, but I’m planning a Dopefest at my house over Labor Day weekend, probably Saturday or Sunday. Details TBA.
Y’know, Sua , I should kill you. But I won’t, cuz that was damn funny.
Jess, I could never forget you, because I was so thrilled to finally meet another woman who was as loud as me! (And the first person to throw in a smart-ass comment about that will get killed.) Happy birthday to your son, and I’m very sorry you won’t be there and hope to see you at another 'fest real soon.
Sure Sua, that was probably me… of course, it’s difficult to say for sure. If I had a nickel for every time that exact scenario happened to me I’d be a rich woman. My husband finally had to make me get rid of that Dior dress…
God, I loved that dress.