Michigan Meeting Minutes

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Okay, it’s been 17 hours since the party broke up and I cannot believe that nobody else who was there has posted anything about it yet. I guess it is left up to me, although please forgive me if I leave out some important stuff.

The gang consisted of UncleBeer, Sucellus, Cristi, Saraam and her friend Lisa, Bunnygirl, Zenbeam, and yours truly along with the hubby. We ended up standing around by the bar for an hour before finally being seated at our table (it was very crowded there, couldn’t hardly move).

Don’t be offended, fellow Dopers, but very few of your names actually came up during the course of the evening. We were all so intrigued and fascinated by each other and our glorious personalities, that only a few others were mentioned.

Among the discussions going on, UncleBeer and Saraam got into a lengthy discussion about Zen Buddhism, we debated about how to make the best cinnamon toast, and got into a rather gross conversation called “What is the worst thing that has ever come out of your nose?” (don’t ask).

After eating some really great food and having some great conversation (and a few drinks), BunnyGirl left us early to drive back home, and the rest of us wandered down the street to another bar. We sat around for another hour or so, talking about our jobs and “The Guy Stuff” thread, then at midnight we all decided that if we all wanted to get home alive, it was time to call it an evening.

All in all, a great bunch of people. I certainly had fun and I hope you all didn’t think that me and the hubby were the two most hopeless dorks in the world. We should do it again, but at a less crowded and quieter place.

If I have forgotten anything, or if I simply screwed up something, please feel free to add to this or to correct my mistake.

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The only reason I didn’t start this thread is because I thought UncleBeer was going to do it. I’m beginning to worry.

Anyway, it was a good time. Shadowfox and Mr. Shadowfox are not “the two most hopeless dorks in the world.” The naked table dance proved that they are, indeed, very hip.

The ultimate in cool, though, was ZenBeam. He brought UncleBeer an Ann Arbor phone book to read. Much too cool.

Pardon me for gushing, but everyone was really, really nice. Definitely people I’d like to hang with more. Everyone signed my copy of The Straight Dope Tells All, and we all signed UncleBeer’s phone book.

And not only is UncleBeer terminally hip, he’s terminally hot. Whew.

“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage.” --anonymous redhead

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Make that hot.

Oh yeah, one minor correction: Lisa is Saraam’s sister, and Shadowfox was a wild & woolly youth. :wink:

“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage.” --anonymous redhead

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Boy, I must have drank more last night than I thought.

Yep…gotta agree on that one.

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut
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[QUOTE]
Originally posted by Cristi:
**The only reason I didn’t start this thread is because I thought UncleBeer was going to do it. I’m beginning to worry.

Not to worry too much about UB. He is one of the outcast few who does not have a computer at home. He spends his entire “work” day playing on the machine at his company.

Monday I’m sure we’ll be blessed with his commentary on the Saturday meeting.

On a personal note, I have rarely met such a outstanding group of people. Fine looking, well versed in many important topics and surprisingly well behaved (considering the obscene amount of adult beverages consumed).

I would participate in another bash at a moments notice.

…I’m not sure whose panties these are but thanks lots !

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I was wondering where those went :smiley:

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut
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Sucellus! I hope you can post more often. Everyone on this board needs to meet you & UncleBeer. Charming fellows the both of you.

And I was wondering where my underwear went…

“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage.” --anonymous redhead

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Okay, so now there’s two pair of underwear missing. Mine had valentine hearts on them (yes, I did wear the valentine undies).

So who’s do ya have, Sucellus?

“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage.” --anonymous redhead

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Wow, it’s rather disheartening to find that I was the only one to make it home with my panties…I miss out on all the fun!! Only one correction from the above posts, it was my sister, Lisa with the Zen Buddhist spiel. She likes to think of herself as a blond-headed, modern-day Bodhisattva. I, for one, had a great time…Sucellus, maybe you’ll decide to give the old Ann Arbor Hash Bash one more try after all this year!

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I’m sorry about that Saraam…I only heard part of the introduction. I thought you two looked a lot alike, but I closely resemble my best friend too and we are often mistaken for sisters, so I didn’t want to presume that she was a relation of yours. Of course, you two apparently get along much better than me and my sister. We have a hard enough time being civil with each other on holidays. I can’t imagine hanging out with her on a regular basis.

BTW, if the undies you have look like a black lace thong, then I don’t know whose they are.

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut
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::turning red:: that last comment was directed at Sucellus. :o

Shadowfox
“We are what we pretend to be.”

  • Kurt Vonnegut
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Sounds like everybody had fun! A quieter, less crowded place next time, you say? Head north, to my nape of the woods, to my neck of the wape, to where I live!

“In much wisdom is much grief; and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.” - Ecclesiastes 1:18

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Milossarian:

Like Brighton?

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I apologize for my tardiness. The scenario depicted above by Sucellus is accurate, except he was remiss in describing my natural bent for sloth. Without delay, here is my feeble attempt to fulfil my duties, or at least assuage my own guilt.

[cheesy Mark Twain nasal twang on] A finer group of dinner companions has never previously assembled, nor is likely to assemble again outside of this group. Captain Stormfield met not the likes of these personages on his long journey to heaven. Witty, charming, erudite, fetching. All members of the assemblage possessed these qualities in astounding quantity. So luminescent were the personalities present, all others faded to nothing before them. Indeed, the luminous congregation outshone any other which may have the poor fortune to be held against it.

This shining congregation, throughout the chilly evening, exchanged the most poignant observations regarding the paramount issues of the day. This, despite the lavish quantities of spirituous liquors consumed. Primary upon their impressive agenda was, of course, their own polished selves; others were nought but a mere bagatelle when compared. Other topics of great import, though they cannot but be few, will be depicted in the appendix just below.[/ cheesy Mark Twain nasal twang off]

[ul][li]The previously described nose projectiles.[/li][li]The Toledo War of 1835 to 1837.[/li][li]The Mariana Trench and the Trieste.[/li][li]Zen Buddhism and common features of religions.[/li][li]The Yeti and other fanciful creatures such as the Loch Ness Monster.[/li][li]Worst ways to die.[/li][li]The reclusive Cecil Adams.[/li][li]The annual Ann Arbor Hash Bash. (it appears we have all made at least one pilgrimage)[/li][li]Cinnamon toast.[/li][li]Hospice.[/li][li]And only Twain knows what else.[/ul][/li]
After dinner imbibing was done under a painting of a rather Rubenesque nude. After the Chicago meeting, it seemed appropriate, if not required.

A had a wonderful evening meeting all you great people. I think the summer barbeque suggested for Millosarian’s place in East Jordan, Michigan is order. Although we don’t have to wait that long if anyone wants to make another Ann Arbor trip soon. Thanks for a great time everyone.

Sidenote 1) Lisa, if you are reading this, please sign up and become a member. I think you would make a valuable addition to this message board.

Sidenote 2) Photos pending. A volunteer from amongst the TM’s is requested to put them on their web page temporarily. I have seven or eight jpegs.

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It sounds like y’all could teach us some manners.

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Uncle isn’t the only one without a computer at home. I too, alas, am without residential connectivity.

That aside, had a fab time! Was introduced to the pleasures of Hornsby’s Draft Cider but, being the lightweight that I am, just one made my teeth a little numb and mouth a little talkative. I was the party-pooper and left after dinner. I live about 1 hour 15 minutes from Ann Arbor and the roads were bad when I left home so…Well, this excuse is better than none at all! :stuck_out_tongue:

A BBQ up north would be great! I’m ready - just name the date. However, I’d love to get together with everyone sooner too! Maybe for dinner again. Can we choose a quieter restaurant so I can hear every word of the sintilating (sp) converstation? I completely missed out on the Zen Buddhism discussion. I think Cristi and I were too busy snarfing down our sweet potato fries!

My car did not get towed and my husband checked to make sure I came home with all my undergarments - good thing I packed an extra pair! :wink:

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Oh…I forgot one thing. UncleBeer know’s everything there is to know about mixed drinks. He filled me in on the secret ingredients of one of my favorites: an Alabama Slammer.

Opal, everyone talked about how impressed they were with your website. Well, our end of the table anyway!

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Bunny, I think someone from that end of the table should fill in everyone on just what the heck you guys were talking about. I know I’d certainly like to know.

I’d also like to solicit any comments anyone cares to post about the “Happy Cell Phone Guy.” What a loon.

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I would be all for a spring fling somewhere downstate. That way I can meet all you fine people and wile you with my charms, so you would make the long trek northward to the tip of the Mitt for a summer Doper barbecue.

“In much wisdom is much grief; and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.” - Ecclesiastes 1:18

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The happy cell phone guy! Almost forgot about him! For anyone who did not have the pleasure of witnessing the jolliest buffoon around - have you ever watched someone dial a phone number, and then freak out in pure ecstacy, complete with tear inducing, screaming hilarity and scintillation, when the person who HE called answered the phone? My, my, entertaining to say the least. (And I’ll be certain to forward everyone’s e-mail to Lisa - she will be enchanted.)