How’s the job hunt going, Horseflesh?
Just out of curiosity, what does one wear to a gay bar? I have never been to one before.
Horseflesh, I didn’t know you were looking for a job!
sperfur, can I e-mail you or have you e-mail me, I am sure hubby would appreciate a phone number so he can get a hold of me in case of an emergency.
I am so looking forward to kicking Wikkit’s but in the pudding.
Also, would you like for me to bring anything down with me? A side salad for Saturday, a dozen eggs for Sunday? A sleeping bag for the am-ish hours? Some toilet paper? Anything???
I’m planning to wear my new boots, jeans, and a shirt I look good in - probably a black mock-turtleneck. Whatever you’re comfortable in is fine.
I’ll email you tomorrow with my phone number.
If you have lawn chairs, you might bring those. I only have 3 outside chairs. A sleeping bag and/or pillows wouldn’t be a bad idea, either - but I do have lots of blankets and some extra pillows for those that don’t bring one. Bring your jammies and we can stay up all night playing cards or trivial pursuit or spin-the-bottle (:D) or whatever.
Food-wise, bring anything you’d like - I’m planning to make a breakfast casserole and stick it in the freezer, so I can just pop it in the oven and go Sunday morning. (No vegetarians have spoken up so I’m planning to put sausage in it.)
I will generously provide all the toilet paper your little heart desires. (I had a nightmare shortly after we set this little party up - we ran out of toilet paper. :eek: I promise I will stock up!)
[tough wrestler with the 2 foot wide belt buckle]
Oh, and Wikkit and withaK are going down in this pudding match. misstee and I will see to that!
[/tough wrestler]
Ha, maybe I should clarify: “Works for me every time” where “every time” is equal to zero. It will the first time I try it, though. 
Funny you should mention job hunt; I applied for a new position last week. I have a pre-interview over the phone with some schmuck in Las Vegas. Maybe I’ll use my sexy voice and come on to him. Yeah, that’s it. Gotta hone my skillz for gay bar time somehow.
“It will work…” that is… :smack:
I look forward with glee to the hangin’ out, the pudding wrestling, and the BBQ. I wish I could go to the gay bar, too, but hubby and I will have to leave by around 9:30 to go home and get ready for work. 
I can’t wait to meet y’all!
Missionary?
misstee, when you said “we are taking withaK’s car”, does that include me, or shall I start begging?
Wikkit, I got nuthin but love for you, babe. Of coarse you are going with us.
Give me a call or an e-mail and we will set up the when we are meeting and leaving bit.
Um…I ain’t coming.
Bleh. Alas. Alak. Alex Trebek.
Yes, that’s right. I blame Jeopardy.
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I couldn’t stand the thought of this falling past the third page.
So I decided what I was wearing to the bar, but I am not going to tell you, you will all just have to wait and see.
Sheesh! I’ve missed a lot, here. Guess that’s what happens when you’re a newlywed–you get all tangled up in "newlywed activities"like writing endless thank-you notes for those handy appliances (no, not those appliances, jeez, people) people keep giving you that you miss the gay bar outfit planning!
Sperfur, we’ll be there, but want to know what kind of food to bring for the pre-pudding, pre-gay-bar activities. You know. For the eating.
I have a brie in the fridge all ready for the baking, but Skip says that’s not real food. So let us know, OK?
Oh. See, I thought the brie was what you were planning on having for dinner the other night. Heck, you can inflict the brie on everyone else if you want–it was you I was worried about.
Well, it was, actually, but I left the crescent dough (in which I meant to bake it) at my mom’s house. And though I know there are other ways to bake brie (my best friend likes to top it with brown sugar and skip the crust altogether), I like crust.
I’d go over and get the crust tonight, but I have to wash my hair . . .
There you go, then. You’ll have all the crust you need and then some.
[sub]::Whistles softly as I get ready to run…::[/sub]
Just in case, though, could I borrow your foot?
You’re just jealous that the Chinese name for my feet is “Sweet-and-Sour”. 
All I have to say is :
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I am flying down the information superhighway.
ZOOM!!!
Didja see that? I’m so fast. The DirectWay guy just left here.
So when ya’ll come up, just look for the bigass satellite dish on top of my house.
Mmmm - brie sounds yummy.
Better make sure to pack an extra set of clothes for Skippy. No - wait. We’re pudding wrestling nude. Never mind.
Well poopy. I may not be able to make it after all. Wife’s car munched my spending money.
Wait, how much food do kids need? They can eat Kibble, right? I’ve seen lots o’ kids do it when they’re of crawling age.