Ok, it’s 1:00 am friday morning. My entire weekend depends on this paycheck being in on time. I hope you can see why I am a bit nervous. Anyway, in the rare event it doesnt come, heads will roll and entire city blocks may be levelled, causing the deaths of many innocents, just because the state didnt get their shit in on time. I didnt hear any word of delay, so i guess everything is A-OK. I’ll know by 12:00.
Anyway, i cant wait. I just hope my worst fears dont come true. If so, I may be crying for several days :).
Will somebody write up a nice little report on the festivities afterwards --for the benefit of those (like me) who can’t go, as they are unable to be in two places at once?
(only because my clone hasn’t come back from the lab yet…)
Are we in one room? Is it like a cocktail party? Ya know–standing around drink in hand yammering away at each other? All sitting at tables? Or everyone just scattered throughout the place? Will there be a “checkin” with name tags and stuff?
As it stands—I’m going early with a couple friends and eating. Trust me; there’s no way that you want me drinking on an empty stomach. LOL. (asleep under the table face down in the guacamole etc.!)
It looks like I’m gonna have to miss this one (but a big thanks to Shayna and Mercutio for letting me know about it - I hadn’t seen the thread).
My life has recently become a lot more high maintainence - my wife is pregnant now, and its been a rough trimester. I’ve been trying to get everything caught up so I could go play at the 'fest, but its not working out for me. And now it appears that inlaws are due in town in 3 weeks and I have to, well, I think burn down the house and rebuild it might be the best option…I can do that in 3 weeks, right?
I’m still waiting with baited breath to know if Doobeious will be there for sure or not.
Looking forward to meeting a new crowd of LA Dopers. Now if only us San Diegans could organize… (and it’s my own damn fault I missed a SD mini-fest [aka two people] last week).
Doob and Pat checking in. I, doobieous shall speak for the great and mysterious pricciar.
Everything went well on my drive down. I think i’ll save that story (as boring as it is) for tomorrow. Because god forbid I am not my charming vivacious effervescent self!
So anyway me and Pat are kicking it here at his place. God i am happy to be able to sit down somewhere.
So yeah, i’m coming. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOO happy (no! You dont understand) to be able to go!
WOOOOOO! go money! Who said money doesnt buy happiness?!
Speaking of naming kids, the manager of our department is named Potts. I think he should name one of his kids (his wife is having twins) after Dick van Dyke’s character in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang: Caracticus.
I tried to get my sister to name my nephew Amadeus or Dionysus. She wouldn’t go for it.
I decided to re-read Page One to see who would be there: I don’t know how I missed this the first time:
No, I don’t, either. I can barely tolerate you on the boards. Why would I want to meet you in person? Why would I want to meet anyone who would even joke about getting into a fight with me? How can I be sure that you’re joking? You wouldn’t be the first person who wanted to fight me. You’re aggressive. I don’t like aggressive people.
I have a confession to make. The reason I did not come to the last party is because SPOOFE was going to be there. It had nothing to do with my finances.
I refuse to attend any future parties where SPOOFE is present.
Well, that’s cutting off your nose to spite your face.
C’mon - my very first Dopefest was after I called Shayna an out-and-out bitch in The Pit under not-so-nice circumstances. In the end, I found her to be fun and saucy, and certainly don’t hold any onus against her (and I hope she feels the same way). Now I’m looking forward to seeing her again.
There are lots of people we disagree with on the boards, but I can think of only one person I’d never want to meet in real life, and even then, I wouldn’t not go to meet other people.