Last night I had the honor of meeting Strainger and GregCharles. We arranged to meet at 7 and I was late because I couldn’t find the freaking place we were hooking up at. I finally get there and there’s no one who looks like an internet stalker waiting on a poor innocent MamaHen. I sit down to have a drink at the bar thinking " HA! I beat them!". I kept my eye out for the stalker types and saw a guy who might have been one so I go up to him and whisper the magic words, “You SDMB?”, he only tripped two waiters on in his rush to get away from me! So feeling like an ass I call home and get Strainger’s ** cell number. I call and wouldn’t you know they are sitting outside on the patio. Who knew there were two entrances? So I go outside expecting to see stalkers and no, these two guys look like normal business men! At least our waiter looked nice and perverted. These guys are talking nice and normal so I make up my mind to kick it up a bit and make them as insane as I am. Though they might claim different I KNOW it was GregCharles who started the sex talk. Things went downhill from there. These once innocent buisness men were now at each others throats. Was it over women, alcohol or politics that they argued? NO! It was over green ketchup! Strainger and I said there was indeed such a thing as green ketchup, GregCharles said we were insane. So we got up from our comfy little table and were off roaming the streets of San Diego in search of a grocery store so we could show him! Sure enough in the middle of downtown we find a Ralph’s and were able to show green ketchup to the non-believer, yup, we fought ignorance in our own little group! I was also able to stop GregCharles from buying a frightening shirt at the grocery store! As we strolled around downtown I was the shortest so I got to walk behind the other two and I must share this, they both have really nice butts! We walked back to the place we had been before and I must confess I can’t rememnber if it was then or before that I gave money to Strainger for the cock stretcher. I got them both matchbooks with topless ladies on them, I felt I should since I came back bragging about the naked guy pics in the ladies room and apparently the men’s room had no naked pics. I offered to take them both into my bathroom with me unfunfunf, anyway…I have to tell everyone right now! Strainger has fake boobs! I was all excited because he let me feel his manboobs but they are too firm to be real. GregCharles however has soft real manboobs and he told me his nipples are sensitive, remember this ladies! So after our waiter saw us all trying to show our nipples he cut us off and gave us our check, and just as I was about to grab his butt! So we decided to go back to ** Strainger’s ** hotel. There we discovered more interesting things, though they tried to claim different- Mama only has one tattoo, Strainger has moles all over his back and GregCharles wears green socks with
his blue shirt! Finally the night was over and ** GregCharles was kind enough to drive me back to my car. I stagger home about 3 and promptly passed out so later on today I will have pictures of these two guys up. Mad monkey love to you both and thank you for getting me drunk
Any spelling errors in this post are the fault of the alcohol still in my system! Honest!
Maybe I’m still in a daze, but I only seem to remember about half of the stuff you describe as actually happening. Still, I do remember I had a lot of fun meeting MamaHen for the first time and Strainger for the second. I’m fairly sure I didn’t initiate the sex talk, but I have vague memories (mingled with a certain pride) of holding my own.
I also do remember you both proving the existence of green catsup to me, a revelation that quite simply has caused me to reassess the entire universe and my place it. Is it any wonder that while reeling from that shock, I should come within a hair’s breadth of buying a truly hideous grocery store shirt? After all, it was 100% rayon and clearly a quality garment, although I do remember it being brightly colored to the point that one can almost imagine Jimmy Buffet saying, “Hey you might want to tone that down a bit.” In the state I was in, I was naturally attracted to bright colors. Thanks for pulling me back from the precipice! What a horrible feeling it would be to wake up this morning and see myself wearing that thing.
I declare the first official San Diego Doperfest a success! Sadly, MamaHen is moving away, and Strainger doesn’t actually live here, so it might be awhile till the next one.
Oh yes you held you own in the sex talks but you did start it! You even admitted to starting it then sitting back and letting the talk go wild Surely you remember me lusting after the waiter’s butt? Not even exposing your nipples? Playing hard to get are we? That’s ok I know the truth and have pictures to prove it! Did you know something happened to the pictures of me and they were deleted somehow? Isn’t that too bad? Don’t be scared the pictures of you with your naked lady matches are great. I’ll put them up later when I am more awake. Did I mention I loved you? Because I do
So, your pictures were stolen, eh MamaHen? And all that work I did snagging your camera while you were up an snapping your picture when you came back was all for naught. (I had to wait for her to get up to snag the camera; she’s a very protective MamaHen.) I also notice the omission of a certain “surprise” picture I took while you were away from the table as well.
It was great to meet MamaHen (just in the nick of time, before she moves away) and to see Greg again. I was glad we were able to fight his green catsup ignorance.
I am quite pleased with my collection of two Big-Ass Pilsner glasses. I hope to make it a collection of six next time or two I’m over there.
Hmmm a certain bird picture? I was certain you meant that for Greg and not me so I figured I would just e-mail it to him! And yes I was protective but only because you two looked like you wanted to steal my camera. You can never tell with those internet stalker types what they might do with your digital camera while you are away. They might even try to take unflattering pictures of you! That just won’t do
Ah, but even with just three people, we had almost six years of SDMB experience represented. Five years is all you need to make it an official dopefest. (Come on throw me a bone here. It’s the first time I’ve dared to meet other Dopers more than one at a time.)
As for the details I was hazy on, apparently they’re all true. I did my laundry yesterday and found my shirt pocket bulging with topless women matchbooks. Dopetoberfest, hmm? We shall see!
I still maintain that Strainger is the official Straight Dope Playah!
Sounds like a good time you guys. Greg, come on up to LA for Dopetoberfest. you won’t regret it.
One last thing: We got green ketchup for the kids this summer. It may taste like ketchup with your eyes closed, but you just can’t eat a burger with green slime oozing off of it. You just can’t! We ended up throwing it away.
Ah, but even with just three people, we had almost six years of SDMB experience represented. Five years is all you need to make it an official dopefest. (Come on throw me a bone here. It’s the first time I’ve dared to meet other Dopers more than one at a time.)
As for the details I was hazy on, apparently they’re all true. I did my laundry yesterday and found my shirt pocket bulging with topless women matchbooks. Dopetoberfest, hmm? We shall see!
Hmm … that is strange. Especially considering the timestamp shows the second one happened while I was at lunch. I can’t decide whether to blame the board software or marauding office mates.
Demo, I agree with you on the green catsup. I can eat it, but I can’t stand to look at it. Oh, and I gotta tell you, San Diego is a great place for playun’. I had a great time there, although I’m a little tired.
Strainger, after reading your last post I have to say this…I KNEW IT! I knew Greg went back to your hotel after he dropped me at my car! Now would it have been so hard to let Ole MamaHen watch? Huh huh? I agree with all the various green kethcup is icky sentiments…icky! Greg, no doubt it was the waiter who double posted under your name. That waiter had shifty eyes and no matter how many times i slipped him my number, he’s never called! Bitch. So where was I? Oh yeah Strainger is icky and Greg has shifty eyes, that’s right, ask me all the questions you want.
Bunnygirl, I’ll be adding more pics today of the lovely Quixotic78 who spent the day with me. He even put on a tux to try to sweep me off my feet but my heart stayed true to Greg. (even if my legs didn’t heehee) Where was I…oh yeah Strainger was in a tux, Greg had shifty eyes and Quix posted as the waiter in my kitchen, did I ever mention that I have fondled all their buns? Yup Mama hands have roamed the cheeks of three Dopers…I forgot to feel up Quix’s breasts today though. I wanted to go for a record. Ummm manboobs and buns, where was I? Oh yeah Strainger was in Greg’s kitchen shifting Quix’s buns, that’s right. And you all thought I couldn’t stay focused! Ha! Oh look a pretty light…
