Well, I have come through the Valley of Dancing People That Made Me Feel Old and escaped to tell you the sordid tale…
Seriously, although only a couple of people showed up, a very good time was had by all. I arrived at the Supreme Court Bar, dressed as I’d said I would, and sat down at the bar after walking slowly around and making eye contact with as many people as possible. No one there yet.
I sat down next to one of those trivia game consoles and started playing a food & drink trivia game. After a while, Germ Boy showed up and we hoisted a couple of Denver’s indigenous beers while we waited for more revelers. Eventually Commander Fortune arrived, we decided that anyone arriving more than an hour after the stated time deserved to be left behind, and off we went.
Tragedy struck almost immediately. Germ Boy was driving us around to show the starstruck Texan the sights of Denver After Dark when his pager went off and he was forced to withdraw. Sigh.
CF and I went to a jazz bar called Marlowe’s to get better acquainted and wait for her friend Dez (sorry if I’m not spelling that right) to join us. (I think CF was worried that without a chaperone, the powerful undertow of my Chefly charisma would sweep her away into oceans of indiscretion.) We had lots of great conversation while waiting and after Dez arrived. The decision was made to head off to The Church, a series of bars built into an old church, and shake our groove things. We met up with Jett and John there. Inexplicably, did not dance. Instead, we drank. Once closing time began to threaten, we said goodnight to John and adjourned to the White Spot for a midnight snack. Then we piled into the car again, and when they drove past my hotel, they opened the door and shoved me out. Thanks for slowing down a bit first, CF
All in all, I had a marvelous time at the hands of three wonderful, beautiful, amazing women and I really wish I weren’t leaving Denver today because I’d like to get to know all three of them better.
Now techchick, despair not and avoid not Doper meetings on account of minor fiscal shortfalls. Given the account in the OP, I’m sure the folks would have stood you a few rounds. After all, it’s the pleasure of the company that counts!
If it’s any comfort, I have to miss the Springfield bash because of a budget review. In this case, my whole damned department is in the red! (They got the $100K bill for the expanded services they wanted and are now in an acute state of sticker shock.) Who knows? If the whole thing is a massacre, I may just drive down to Springfield anyway, crash the party and stuff my head in a pitcher of beer.
Thanks for the Denver Doper account! Enjoyed it! Any photos forthcoming?
Veb
Thanks…the thing is, I live about an hour plus from where they were meeting. If I had gone it would have eaten a precious amount of gas, even if it’s a Honda, so I could be with out a ride to work the rest of the week.
Ah, techchick, been there and back and know what you’re saying. Sorry, severe attack of stupidity there. The bar bill isn’t the only expense. It sucks all the fun out of things when you have to worry about having enough gas to get back and forth, and wonder where the hell you’ll make up the expense. I’ve scrabbled under the sofa cushions and car seats a few times, too, and rejoiced over finding quarters. (Bad sofa diving only yields pennies.)
Commander, I find your post to be completely unsatisfying. You were supposed to tell everyone how good looking I was, and how irresistable you and your pals found me, and how you all tore at your hair and clothing and wailed when the time came to separate. C’mon, my image is at stake here!
I regret to say that there were no pictures taken. Someone (I think it was Athena) offered to bring a digital camera, but wound up not coming due to illness or some other weak excuse.
You may rely, however, on anecdotal evidence of my substantial physical presence. I’m not as big as Prudhomme…that guy needs one of those scooters to get around, and I’m still ambulatory…but I’m NOT skinny.
Wow, I just had a dream that the boards were down for two days and there was weeping and people were fighting over scraps and oh, god, it was terrible!
well, anyway…
Iam glad to have met up, albeit briefly w/ the chef and the commander; charming dopers they are. Indeed the electronic age (and my 12 year old son) kept me in tow for the evening. Had I known the revelry would continue until almost daybreak, well I could have tucked him to bed and discreetly entered the cold night air again. Nah…
BTW, me, the chef, and the commander rock at trivia. We also suck but it’s all relative, you know.
Yes, I’m sure our combined initials – COMCHFGRM – will live on at the Supreme Court’s trivia game terminal forever, or until they cut the power.
As for the Saturday Lunch, it was an intimate (i.e. poorly attended) affair at the Wynkoop Brewery, just AzRaek and me. We ate, we talked, we laughed, we ate some more…and we parted.
If there were one thing I took away from my time in Denver, it would be an aching wish to stay longer. I’m sure that with a LITTLE more time and patient effort, I could have seduced at least ONE of the people I met. (hey Germ Boy…wink wink
Yes, I’m sure our combined initials – COMCHFGRM – will live on at the Supreme Court’s trivia game terminal forever, or until they cut the power.
As for the Saturday Lunch, it was an intimate (i.e. poorly attended) affair at the Wynkoop Brewery, just AzRaek and me. We ate, we talked, we laughed, we ate some more…and we parted.
If there were one thing I took away from my time in Denver, it would be an aching wish to stay longer. I’m sure that with a LITTLE more time and patient effort, I could have seduced at least ONE of the people I met. (hey Germ Boy…wink wink
BTW, all of you people who are on tenterhooks waiting to hear if we talked about you…we didn’t talk about the SDMB at ALL. We just talked about our favorite subject…ourselves.
We had lots of great conversation while waiting and after Dez arrived. The decision was made to head off to The Church, a series of bars built into an old church, and shake our groove things. We met up with Jett and John there. Inexplicably, did not dance. 
Instead, we drank. 
Once closing time began to threaten, we said goodnight to John and adjourned to the White Spot for a midnight snack. Then we piled into the car again, and when they drove past my hotel, they opened the door and shoved me out. Thanks for slowing down a bit first, CF 
It’s a good thing cuz I made a grave error in the check book and damn it I am over drawn