Ace is 130% down! The body-shots! The Diplomacy! The tatooing! The table-dancing!! The socratic dialogues while playing Diplomacy and doing body-shots while dryhumping on the algonquin round table!! Biggirl! RTFirefly! The SHIRT!! THE MADNESSSSSS!!!
I wonder what’s more important … that I plan to attend or that we won’t have to make another Trojan Horse to get me into wherever we go after dinner? I’m not changing my membership from the “Alcohol? Oh, right, yes. That stuff. Good for you. I’ll have something else:)” club, mnid you, so don’t anyone expect me to get wasted, but at least I won’t have to rely on the outline of the state of VA on my driver’s license.
[sub]Still can’t believe I got into that bar. And still having daymares about it.[/sub]
There are several factors that could affect my decision, but I’m down as a tentative “I’ll be there”. If I hit it big at VegasFest, I’m definately there!
My old apartment was the House of Pain. I think the new one is the Rampart of Despair.
I will not be worried if you smoke at my place. You are the one who ought to be concerned if I catch you.
While I doubt I will make much of an appearance at the event itself, it appears I will be a host nonetheless. Reserve your floor space soon. Last person gets to sleep on my bed of nails.
If anyone decides to make the trip from anywhere close to Charleston, SC, I would definitely make your trip worthwhile. (Well, I’ll try to.) Otherwise, I may have to see if I can get/afford a cheap plane ticket.
Besides, I promised Billdo that I would try to make it this year.
I’ll probably do what I did last time, though, and come in on Thursday night. Way cheaper. Any kind-hearted NYC Dopers feel like entertaining me and allowing me to sleep on your floor Thursday night? I’ll be out by Friday morning, I promise. I’ll have a hotel room for the rest of the weekend.
Woohoo! Good Goddess, I love NYC and the NYC Dopers…
I want you to know thinksnow, that if you snap another pic of me doing something embarrassing, I’ll be under that kilt of yours with a pair of tweezers and a big bottle of rubbing alcohol.
Just sos you know.
Alas and alack, it doesn’t look like The Transit Museum will be ready by then.