tsarina, what in heaven’s name are you doing in Germany?! Get home this instant, young lady! You have a Dopefest to attend! 
think, you realize that if my indiscretion hadn’t been in been in writing, I would deny it completely. A real lady doesn’t DO that kind of thing (in public)! At least, that’s what my grandma always told me. 
I’m really good at bringing chips… (I usually don’t crush 'em or anything!) Anybody have any preferences?
Poker?
Anything but cow.
Chocolate, please. Milk chocolate. And/or butterscotch. I really like butterscotch chips.
Due to family pressures and my gddmned dissertation, I can’t hang out all weekend–I’m just planning to be up for Saturday evening. Do we have a time we’re aiming for?
Pretty much any time Cranky We’re sort of shooting for noon as a start time but that doesn’t mean anything really. Whatever time is good for you is good for us!
Well, if I bring chocolate chips, then I’ll have to put them in cookies. I can try to do that Saturday morning so they’re nice and fresh, but my schedule is running pretty tight. I’ll see what I can do.
she’ll probably ask for some milk (chocolate, of course)…
I think mentioned this before somewhere, but I’ve got a cupboard full of chips and pretzels and stuff I’ve been stockpiling for a few weeks (they don’t go bad, do they?)
I think I’ve got a couple-3 bags of Lays [sub]snicker[/sub] chips (regular and BBQ), some Ruffles, some Hot Fries, some kettle cooked jalapeno chips and some other things, not to mention that I’ll probably grab another bag or three this afternoon, so I’ll be rolling up that way Friday with 10 or 12 bags of munchies. If there is something specific you want (ie: Cheetos or the like), email me before 5 PM today and I’ll see about picking it up (I’ve got this corporate acount for food, so…)
Oh, and Mrs. Bunny, I do offer my most humble apologies, I should not only have not mentioned it, I should have stepped up and taken whatever blame might have been assigned, so as not to sully the reputation of one such as yourself. From this point forward, I shall be most attentive to your rectal rumblings, in the hope that I may assuage the shame and embarrassment you surely feel. I dedicate this Dopefest to protecting the honor of your ass.
I never said I wanted cookies. I just said I wanted the chips. And no milk, please. I’m lactose intolerant. I drink milk, my cat loses friends. Just trust me on this.
Oh, I nearly forgot: We have recently discovered a slight shortfall in the chair department. Anyone who has a lawn chair or two, if you can bring them, it would be most appreciated.
One more quick thingy: Xploder will be setting up a tent for sleeping, in his back yard. Anyone who wishes to crash there may do so. If you think you’ve had too much to drink, PLEASE feel free to sleep anywhere there’s an empty spot. If WE think you’ve had too much to drink…we’ll beat you up and steal your keys. Then you can spend the night and Xploder will graciously fix you breakfast.
Noon?!? Yipes, I told my husband it was an evening thing, just because I assumed it was. Well, I can move up my arrival somewhat, but I don’t think I can get there at noon because of some morning plans with Cranky Jr. So, looking at afternoon, or early evening. I’m curious about the plans of the others who are planning to make it a few-hours deal. I mean, I don’t want to miss anyone because I picked the wrong period of time.
I also don’t want to arrive after you’re all drunk and already bonded. Heh.
Well, I really seriously doubt that I could make it to the party by noon. I have to work the night before, so I probably won’t even wake up until 1 p.m or so. I was shooting for 4-6 p.m. myself.
BTW, we are driving to Canada on Saturday morning before the party to pick up the beer and whatever else we might think of. This is your final chance to tell me what kind of expensive Canadian beer you want.
As for the time, well…it’s a sort of all-day thing. There’ll be some non-Dopers there as well, drifting in and out, looking bemused as we discuss issues involving people with really weird names.
Don’t fret the time thing. Just get there when ya feel like it. 
Cranky, I don’t think anyone will be “drunk and bonded” by 4 in the afternoon. We don’t have the bondage activities scheduled until much later in the evening.
Noon?! That’s 9AM my time! Looks like this is turning into a game of “Torture the Jet-Lagged Guy.”
I was planning to leave Monroe around noonish or something. You know, so I can make a fashionable mid-afternoon entrance, give Xploder time to grill up some manly meat-o-riffic-ness, and most importantly, arrive at such a time that I don’t produce any “It’s too early in the day to start drinking” guilt hormones. (Mental note: attending more champagne brunches would eventually kill all such guilt. Look into that.)
If they have Stroh rum, buy me two (2) bottles and I’'l be your best friend.
Strainger: Noon will be…well, it’ll be NOON your time, since you’re getting here on Friday.
Juniper: Don’t worry about the guilt. None of the rest of us will be. Just give me a heads-up before you decide to dance naked on the tables (unlike the way you just jumped up & started stripping in the restaurant at the last Ann Arbor fest…;))
Nothing to see here…move along…
Actually, I probably should’ve just blamed it on the dog!