It’s been a while since I hosted a dopefest, I have had all the broken furnature from the last one replaced, and I think my landlord has forgotten what y’all look like, so I prolly won’t get immediately evicted when you show up, so what the hell.
Date: Saturday, December 15th, 2001
Location: Casa de Dave
Time: I dunno, 4-5:00 sound good?
Activities: Blind gift exchange, Dinner( enough people respond, I’ll cook a turkey or ham), Drinks, Fellowship.
Anyone who is interested should bring a present, under $10, please, and then everyone who brought a gift can pick a present from the pile.
What say you, Mid-Atlantic Dopers? Anyone from Philly who wants to come down is more than welcome, I live north of Baltimore, so it’s actually not that far for you folks. The train from NYC stops 1 1/2 miles from my house if anyone wants to come down from Gotham as well.
Gosh . . . two dopefests on two consecutive weekends. Somewhere around eight hours of driving.
I honestly dunno. I think exams will be over by that point. I do not know for sure yet because we haven’t gotten around to discussing them in any of my classes.
I don’t want to do the 29th cuz that’s too close to New Years when everyone has plans, plus I am planning to be in Canada then, and don’t want you freaks in my house when I’m not there.
No kidding, Dave, remember what happened the last time?
Oops, didn’t any of you tell Dave we were there?
Boy is my face red.
Fine! Have your damn party without me! I didn’t want to go anyway. I bet you’ll all just sit around eating stale chips and listening to Eddie Rabbit’s Greatest Hits until somebody has the nerve to play something by Air Supply in the hopes that some dancing will happen, but of course everyone will just look at each other sheepishly and uncomfortably until the song is over and then somebody will turn to Dave and ask, “Do you have any more chips?”
Well, maybe we should have another party on the 29th then. We really need to be able to spank Lucretia. And I’ve got all these M&Ms that are just gonna go to waste if Spritle isn’t there.
Lessee, we take Lucretia’s age (29; she was a child bride), and divide by the number of attendees who want to spank her (me, me! :D), to see how many swats each of us gets to give her. Bluesman gets to administer any extras.
Right now, I’m still trying to figure out if I can make it to the NYC fest; if I go to another Dopefest the weekend before, I’m probably out for NYC, things at home being as complicated as they are these days. So I’d prefer the 15th. (Sorry, Spritle.)
So now the next question is, how many people are interested in yet another Dopefest for Lucretia’s birthday on the 29th? Hell, I’m a Dopefest ho, I could go to one every damn weekend if they’d let me out of the institution more often.
(Mental note…next time Weirddave calls me to haul his stranded butt out of Columbia, tell him I just can’t get up out of the rocking chair ;))
And hey, RT, I’m always up for a spanking! Or two. Or ten.
I’d love to celebrate my birthday with a bunch of dopers! We should probably start a new thread, though, so we quit hijacking the Weird “old geezer” Dave’s. Speaking of which, we are looking foward to the shindig at casa de dave on the the 15th.
D&R