Say what? The last Doper get-together ended with all the people there going over to moi’s apartment and starting a fire? I hadn’t heard about this. Why wasn’t I invited to go along? I could have brought marshmallows to toast.
Wendell - We didn’t start the fire.
(Ole Miss, John Glenn, Richard Nixon back again…just try getting that out of your head, sports fans!)
That only happens when you attend DopeFests at my house when there is a snowstorm happening. Not to worry.
RTF, you’re a sick, sick puppy. I will, however, be thinking of you non-stop as I clean my kitchen…
Lawrence of Arabia! British Beatlemania!
Wendell, marshmallows were only a secondary need. But you could have brought me some shoes. And a blanket.
Consider this your notice, Ginger: I won’t be seeing you until spring. Summer, maybe, just to be safe.
JC–I missed your moving announcement. Good luck, happy trails. Despite giving you a hard time at Dopeaween, I wish you and your marvie familoy nothin’ but the best. 
Anita, I am sure I will be bringing the Brian with an “i” too. As for what food I will bring…hmm, I am sure i will bring beer and wine, but am not sure what else. What would go good with your stew? I can make anything. Maybe I will bring some of my famous garlic bread. (I will also make some sans garlic for Edward the Head!) And also I will bring my big table, chairs, etc., and will be available to help you in any way I can.
Do we really need three people bringing beer? I don’t know about gobear, but I’m planning on bringing a fair amount. If you wanted to make that rum cake instead, it’d be just fine by me.
How about if I brought beer AND rum cake??!
But this time, people have to eat it all. At Anita’s last party, I had to take the uneaten half home and <GASP!> eat the rest by myself! :eek:
You’re a bastard, Kim. That’s gonna take DAYS to get rid of.
Yes, we’ve always known that RT is cruel and unusual. 
nyctea has carte blanche to bring anything and everything her little heart desires. (Besides, knowing this crowd, it’s not possible to have too much beer.) 
moi, I can’t tell by your posts if this event is still penciled in on your calendar. I hope you and tdc will try to make it.
Ginger, I know your skills in the kitchen, and would rather you pick what you’d like to bring. (I think we still need one more “main event” kind of dish if you’re feeling energetic.)
Do I still owe anybody an email with directions?
Mission accomplished!
Hmm, would take some wrangling, but I’d sure like to come. Our aparment might be done by then, I stopped by today and things looked good. (except for the hole in the roof) Still, I have to work until 4pm and probably can’t get on the road until 5. So if the party’s still going by 7-7:30, I would say we’re in.
A MAD gathering, and you’re worried whether it’ll still be going by 7:30?
Glad to hear the apartment’s working out.
SILLY! Try closer to 7 the next time it shows up. Like, in the AM.
Then you’re in! The last party here started at 4pm and was winding up around 4am.
Ginger: Huh? 
(I don’t ever get your jokes.)
I’m in! I’m in!
I’ve been having all kinds of weird computer problems at work, wherein my IT department mistakenly blocked anything with “dope” and other variations from our systems. Grrrr. Fortunately a frank conversation and the judicious application of Krispy Kremes seems to have solved the problem.
In any case, I can bring whatever I’m told to bring, or you can just trust me…it won’t be beer, because last MAD party I managed to leave a whole case of it on my front stoop 
Anita, I should probably get directions again. Also, are there any other kids coming? I’ll have mine in tow.
Anna
Must…stay…conscious…
Fight…the…power…
Sing…
B B bumble and the stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles singers, take it easy take me higher liar liar house of fire…
Or…
*Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester
Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You
symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right. *
Or…
*Johnny’s in the basement Mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says he’s got a bad cough *
Oh, no! Kim, you broke JC! :eek:
(Of course, his deliruim could be attributed to the stresses of moving, but we should be careful not to push him over the edge.)
My fingers are too cold for typing. Brrr!
Edge? Edge??
By the time I get through with messing with that boy’s mind, he’ll be so far over the edge, he won’t be able to see the edge with a telescope.
I should be able to throw together a batch of our deadly Black Bean Salsa for the occasion. And I’ll bring music. You know the Poetry Appreciation Chairs from Hitchhiker’s Guide? We’re gonna strap JC into a Music Appreciation Chair.
We’re a more tentative “yes.” tdc will be with me in NJ this weekend, and we’ll talk over our game plan. Check yer e-mail for my directions request. Also, if you could give me an idea of what I could bring to share? 