Well now, it looks like I won’t have to be driving by the Plaza on the way home after all! Thanks, Gary T. My dogs will appreciate the lack of a side trip.
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SkipMagic, could you let us know the forecast when it gets closer?
There were way to many pages of threads to wade through to get to this thread.
Sure, no problem. Until then, we can click on this weather link. So far, according to Weather.com, it should be partly cloudy on the 27th, with a 20% chance for rain and a high of 86 degrees. Max humidity is projected at 61%.
Vote SkipMagic for your next busty, leggy weather girl!
By the way, the phone number for Figlio’s is (816) 561-0505. Call if you get lost; ask for our party if you need to speak with one of us for either better directions or anything else you might need.
Let’s not get too wild with your interpretation of “… anything else you might need.” 
Not sure I can make it really. I work sunday from 3pm- 8pm. Right in the middle of the afternoon. 
It’d be great to have you if you can. If you find the time, just pop on by!
Mmmmm… Yes, definitely. I haven’t had fried, baked, or skewered Epimetheus since last year’s frenetic feasting fantasy.
Maybe we can help you out. Shortly after you get to work, one of us will call up with news that your identical twin has cut themself 122 times while shaving and is in desperate need of a rare blood type transfusion, of which you are the only donor for hundreds of miles. While your boss is laughing at you as you explain this, Skip will call him/her/it in his most official, doctory-sounding voice pleading for your release so a human life can be saved. Meanwhile, a meteor is hurtling towards your workplace and… well, we’ll just keep it simple. Skip, please begin watching as much General Hospital and ER as you can to get your lingo right. Shoot, I don’t even know if I can come up with a meteor by next week.
I got it… I attempted to make no bake cookies again.
They turned out hard as rocks. We could ball a couple dozen together, and voila… a make shift meteor.
< that guy from the “A” team > I love it when a plan comes together. < that guy from the “A” team >
I’m back! From my trip! Did you miss me? Of course not. I don’t think I missed me. I wasn’t really gone from myself but I would have paid a pretty pence to have an out of body experience, I’ll tell you what.
So I’m skimming through this thread. What I’ve gotten is that it’s this Sunday, at Figlio’s, at a time I can’t yet find, and bring cookies. Am I horribly jet lagged here? Cookies? What is the world coming to when we can’t have a single non cookie dopefest? I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with that. Some of my best friends are cookies. Alls I’m saying is sometimes it’s good to do things differently. I’d suggest eating brownies but the scoutmasters would have us arrested.
Fine then, I will come. I will eat your cookies. I will even smile. But deep down in the sub cockles of my heart/lung/spleen conglomeration, know that I plan to poop those cookies out at the earliest possible convenience. Maybe sooner.
You’ve been warned.
Ender does have a point… what time’s our reservation for?
12:00 (the bright and sunny one). Or, as the very organized Gary T said:
The reservation is under the name of Cecil Adams. Seriously.
Well of course it’s under Cecil Adams. There’s really no other way to do it. But I’d missed the time. Thanks!
I hereby lay claim to all cookies that Enderw24 deems unfit for consumption. All non-coconut-ruined cookies, that is.
Is the park that we’re retiring to after dining close enough to walk to or is a driving affair? Which of these places requires clothes again? I’m only bringing one set of clothes, so if I dirty them up, off they come.
“C is for Cookie and that’s good enough for me…”
There is a park across the street from Figlio. It has a good-sized fountain, with some stone benches around it, and (I believe) an exercise course for joggers. No picnic tables, but a fair amount of space. I can bring a small portable table, and a few folding chairs. If we want to use that park, I’d recommend bringing chairs or blankets to sit on.
There are other parks reasonably close by that have picnic tables, which may or may not be in use by someone else. We would have to drive to use one of them.
Noon, noon is good. My other other job has told me that I need to be there on Sunday to do inventory. I told them I had a Dopefest and couldnt be there til 5, and hoped that this do would be done during the day. The mention of dope made them scribble furiously into my file, but all well.
Yeah, I kinda got that when I wrote in our time off request book,
misstee off, going to a dopefest.
I had one co-worker ask me if he could come with me.
I fear I won’t be able to make it after all - the 'rents are going to be in town. Just found out this morning. Sorry, y’all, next time!
We can’t make it either. Maybe some other time.
Your beeeeyoootiful weather gal, SkipMagic, now predicts that the high temp for Sunday will be a balmy (or is that “bloody”?) 95 degrees, with possible isolated T-Storms (I guess that means they’ve been lonely and want to come join us…), and a 30% chance for precipitation. When means the clouds will probably start peeing on us.
SkipMagic would also like to take this time to stick his tongue out at both Number and Katriona for hurting our feelings by bailing on us before the party even started. And here I was gonna let you two take one of Horseflesh’s rugrats home (one each, that is) as a kind of door prize (as opposed to the actual door). Now it looks like I’ll be forced to draw another couple of Doper names.
You bastids! 
It’s still quite a list Skip Magic! I can hardly wait.