Damn! I had such a blast at Guavaween this year. And to add icing to the cake, the clocks got set back Saturday night. So we had an extra hour to party. I finally got home at like 5am. Woohoo. You all should come next year!
There is a picture of seventh ave. It is probably a photo from last year’s party, but it gives you an idea of what it is like out there. I will add more and find more pictures when I wake up tomorrow and have more energy!
BTW, tater and Trion, thank you so much for the Dublin Post Card!!! That was so great of you, I was speechless. I mean, to think that you actually cared enough to take the time and go through the trouble to send me that. I thank you both so much.
Do you Euro-Dopers and Aussie-Dopers and Misc-Dopers set your clocks back and then forward again every year? Or is that just some wierd ass thing we do hear?
Michi,
Ya know, I went to call you last night only to find I do not have your number…
As much as frolicking with half naked woman and painting nude bodies appeals to me, Monday nights are sort of a weekly gathering for my friends and I. It is the only time I get to see some of them all week. So regretfully I must decline. If you want to do something later this week let me know.
BTW, email me when you get back and tell me how it went. But try not to be too cruel. I don’t want you to say:
“Well when we first got there, the totally nude jello wrestling had already started. We watched that for a while before the lap dancing competition, wet T-shirt contest, and Ms. Boobs USA pagent. After that we ate dinner. Our naked waitress was so hot. We bought a lot of sex toys and got really drunk. Later that night we retired to my apartment and had an all night orgy.”
Damnit Michi, don’t you dare write me some shit like that. I would never be able to live with myself!
OK, Bear you are gonna miss a good time, I am telling you. These people I am going out with are WILD, there is no telling as to what may happen, other than it will be a crazy night. But, you’d rather hang with some guys, OK!
If you wanna get together later in the week, that’s cool. Maybe I’ll wear my new push up bra for you.
Well gosh Bear. I don’t know how to tell you this but … I don’t remember any freaking postcard. I was only at the DubDope for the first night and the “Who wants a postcard” list was nowhere to be seen. Certainly I wish you could have made it and you can consider the card signed by me in spirit. But how it got signed in fact I don’t know. I don’t think I was that drunk.
Guavaween isn’t really my bag anyway, too crowded.
