They’re playing bocce (sp? Aaaaah, who cares) ball right now. I’m just assuming it’s because most of them aren’t really drunk yet, and actually know how to play. Me, I’ve heard of it, but I have NO idea what’s going on. They’re just rolling some balls on the lawn. 
Shadowfox and Mr. S showed up a while ago. YAAAAAAAY! She is a truly wonderful lady, and Mr. S is a hell of a nice guy.
We’re all hangin’ under the tent, because it finally decided to rain. Yuk. Oh well. That just means that we can hear each other talk better. Oh, and in case anyone’s wondering…YES, WE’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU!!! HAHAHAHA!
Just kidding. We haven’t talked about everyone on the boards. Not yet, anyway. The night is still young, though…
Wellllllllll…
This is not going to be a successful post because I’m a little looped right now.
BUT I’M HAVING A GREAT FREAKIN’ TIME!!!
Wish you were here!
I’ve just been informed that if I’d been drinking more, I’d be cookied. Hell if I know what that means.
I’m having a great time. These people are…wow. This is fun! Yummy booze!
I am having just a laaarrrge time with these Michigan dopers. BunnyGirl and Randy have been a very gracious host and hostess. They sent their cat in to try to steal my breath this morning, but I was able to thwart its attack. I’ve been having a good time enjoying the witticisms of my fellow dopers under Xploder’s circus tent. I’m waiting for the elephants, clowns, and lions to come out and do their thing, but I’ll just sit back and enjoy myself in the meantime.
BunnyGirl’s making me nervous right now as she watches over my shitty typing (I use the backspace key a lot), so I’ll sign off for now. Except I’ll make one last remark and say that it’s a lot more comfortable here than Phoenix now (75F vs. 105F).
No one warned me Doper men were so damned sexy in person.
Of course, so are the dames, but y’all already knew that.
Another observation: There is no one on the planet (well, at least at this Doper gathering) who sucks at bocce worse than moi.
Hello, all, Just checking in to see how the party is going. Sounds like a great one. Hope the ice cream made it OK w/o melting all over Bunnygirl’s trunk, and that nobody tried to swallow a chunk of the dry ice I got to keep it frozen.
Persephone, do me a favor and pour a beer for UncleBeer and Strainger. Trust me, it won’t be hard to do! And pour yourself one, too. Sorry I couldn’t be there this time. Next time, maybe?
[sub]I hate missing out on the party…[/sub]
I am getting more depressed by the minute. I am home in WA state babysitting beetles, and everyone else is having a marvelous time in Michigan.
I guess I just don’t live right.
::sigh::
I know nothing.
Ralf: Yes, the ice cream made it here okay, and THANKS! What a wonderful gift! We haven’t eaten it yet, but just knowing that it’s there…
Scotti, you know we adore you and miss you.
Its been a neat time. I’m being shy today, so when the final results go up, I’ll be awful quiet.
Eitehr way, everyone is a sweetie.
Hi.
Xploder
Scotti, we know you’re here in spirit.
One thing I’ve learned: for God’s sake, don’t make eye-contact with Xploder’s dogs on your way to the restroom.
I certainly AM there in spirit, honey!
And better Xploder’s dogs than my niece’s beetles. [sub]never mind, long story.[/sub]
How many mosquito-feedings would it take to lower blood volume enough to appreciably influence one’s blood alcohol content?
I swear, I must be getting close!
That’s the only thing marring the good time (well, that, and the absence of all the rest of you): The damned mosquitos. THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! THEY’RE EVERYWHERE! And they laugh in the face of the Repel bug spray. I’m ready to bathe in DDT if that’s what it takes.
And yes Ralf, the ice cream was good although it did sort of stick in my throat at first, what with the Spartan logo plastered over every frickin’ inch of the carton.
Medea & mrblue have just bid us goodbye for the evening. Bummer. They’re SO cool. But Medea and I were discussing getting together again while she’s still here. We’d like to get together again, especially if Carina42 gets in to town before Medea has to return to school.
Later! It’s Bunny’s turn now.
Let me tell you…Strainger’s got the strongest freakin’ hands and think has definately missed his calling.
I’m sayin’ no more for fear of incriminating myself.
Wait…Ralf…
Was that SPARTAN ICE CREAM??? From the MSU Dairy and everything??? In the big three and a half gallon bucket???
OH…MY…GOD!!! :eek:
ihaven’thad SpartanicecreaminliketwelveyearsandIcan’tbelieveyouguysaretheredrinkingcanadianbeerandeatingSpartanicecreamandthrowingaboutwitticismsinbetweenswattingmosquitosandhavingjustagreattimeandI’msittinghereandImisseditexceptforgettingtolivevicariouslythroughyourpostsandI’mjustsoooooooooooojealousrightnow…
[scarlett o’hara]“As God is my witness, I will never miss a Dopefest again!” [/scarlett o’hara]
Paul
P.S. - My loving wife just gave me a homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookie and a hug so I’m feeling a bit better now…
A cookie? A cookie???
BWAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!
Sorry. I know she means well. But beer is SO much better.
Okay, maybe not. Has she got any cookies left? I really like oatmeal cookies…
THINK IS BLEEDING!!!
That’s what comes from biting cans in half.
That’ll learn 'im.
Of course, Persephone now has a trophy. A can. Bit in half.
He’s fine. She gave him a spit bath and he’s all better now.
Now it’s Strainger’s turn: he’s to tear it in half. With his bare hands. He’s also able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.