Ha. Remember I’m 5’9" and very curvy–I just posted about this in another thread, that people almost always underestimate my weight, not that I mind, of course–so I’m bigger than you might think. But you are a big fella.
Oh, and manny can’t access the boards at work these days, so we probably won’t hear from him until tonight, so don’t anybody worry.
Yes, I do seem to recall that. The funny thing is, I’m only about 180 myself. (I guess I don’t qualify as “very curvy”.)
I couldn’t help myself when it came to the *Geo-fondling. She’s like a magnet. Her breasts are amazing. It’s unreal. :eek:
She helped me get in touch with my Inner Shameless Hussy (which I also think would make a great band name, along with Adhesive Breast and Hand-Strangled Mink). My ISH and are getting along quite well. I like her. 
At least tell me someone fondled **Persephone **for me.
As a prudish, non-cleavage-showing asexual Doper, I must also point out that it wasn’t all about tits and groping. 
No one saw Cranky cleavage, and I daresay no Doper ever will. Especially since ricepad stopped posting.
I do my best to introduce an element of straight-laced boringness into every Dopefest, lest it get too fun and too sinful. Someone’s got to talk about great literature, world politics, and the price of Tampax! I carry the banner for those Dopers.
Yeah, Geo grabbed my butt a few times. And manny spanked me. [sub] got spanked by a mod. How freakin’ cool is that??[/sub]
Cranky, on the other hand, still owes me.
I’m waiting for the perfect opportunity. Plus I promised Arden Ranger video of it, so it will have to be when I have my minicam along.
And I now that I’ve been to the first ChickDope, I’m a charter member and qualified to sport my honorary cleavage.
It’s true.
Oh, and UncleBeer held my hand.
I want pictures.
Oh yes.
My recollections (at least those which I am free to share).
On Thursday night I went out to celebrate my promotion. At about midnight, I decided that the best approach would be to stay up all night and go straight to LaGuardia for my 6:00 AM flight. Bad idea, since I fell asleep as soon as I got home to pack and woke up at 5:00.
But the taxi gods were good to me, and I actually got to the airport in time for my flight, which unbeknownst to me had been rescheduled to depart at 6:40. Oh, by the way, airport security really has been beefed up. My belt buckle pinged, so they made me drop trou. My boots have a metal ring on them, so they x-rayed my boots. Yes, really. People with genital piercings are hereby warned.
Getting to the gate, I found to my dismay that Spirit Airlines had dressed up my plane like a children’s circus tent, with stars and ribbons and sparkles and stuff. This is not the kind of confidence-inducing behavior that I’d prefer from my airline.
Arriving in Detroit, I wandered over to the Northwest terminal and met up with Geobabe, my chauffeur for the weekend. In addition to being attractive and intelligent, Geo loves to drive. This makes her perfect wife material for New Yorkers, cuz’ we prefer being driven (no jokes!). Having been lied to by UncleBeer about his lunchtime availability, we set out for Ann Arbor to meet Cranky for lunch.
Cranky was the first of about a dozen people to tell me that I neither look nor act like she expected. So clearly I have to cut my hair and start acting meaner. At any rate, she showed us to a marvelous little restaurant where we had some sandwiches.
After a nap, it was off to Chez Cranky. Distracted by her attention-slut of a cat, I almost didn’t notice when UncleBeer made his entrance. Since he and I had been looking to hook up for quite some time, I forgave him his sin and was just happy finally to meet the guy.
I’ll freely admit that I was among those people who thought that Ethiopian food was 3 ounces of American wheat and an eyedropper of water, so I was pleasantly surprised to enjoy the meal we had at the Blue Nile. By that time, our group had grown to Geo, Jane, Hello Again, BunnyGirl, Persephone, **UncleBeer ** and Cranky. I got cleavage shots of Geo, Persephone and Bunny (such as it was!). Some of the other tables were staring at us, but the waiter was cool and we paid full price and overtipped, so screw ‘em.
It was worse at the coffee/desert place. This was a pretty typical new-age/artsy kind of place, with stickers telling us that “WE can PREVENT CAMPUS RAPE” and flyers for every holistic/mystical scam ever invented, all eaten up by oh-so-urbane students and post-students. It goes without saying that we landed on the place like a ton of bricks. I thought I was a pretty good sport about the fact that a place with 60 varieties of tea couldn’t serve me a regular plain-old iced tea (me: You know, like Lipton, it’s cold, throw in some lemon and sugar? Counter dude: We’ve got Mystical Chai Blend… ), but counter dude gave me the evil eye, so maybe I scowled at him or something. Again, nothing that overtipping couldn’t overcome, so the staff left us alone as other tables alternately stared at us or moved away. Or both. Here, I added Hello Again to the list of folks providing cleavage shots. Have I mentioned how much I love my new digital camera?
By midnight, I was half-gone from lack of sleep, so it was back to the Sheraton to catch a few winks. Geo and I were going to pick up Persephone the next day and proceed to Birch Run for shopping. What time? Birch Run at 10:00? That means out of the hotel by, like, 8:00? Crap.
But it worked out. Our number was reduced as UncleBeer had gone home, but at the outlet, we were joined by Wring, Shadowfox, mrblue92 and Misery’s Company. And we were off.
The actual shopping was a blur. But at day’s end, I had four new shirts, a pair of sunglasses, 6 pounds of chocolate (I’m no dummy!), maybe some other stuff I forgot about and had had the opportunity to buy some small gifts for some of the ladies, too.
All I can say is that if I were able to stimulate a woman as well as I stimulated Michigan’s economy, I would be a very popular fellow. I felt a little bad, like I was cheating on New York’s economy, but Michigan was really cute and the attraction was overwhelming. I’ll make it up to New York by buying it a nice dinner or something.
We checked into the hotel. I can’t account for the next few hours, since I took a nap. But apparently some of the ladies headed back for another round of shopping. But prior to dinner, I did get a nice shot of Bunny’s bunny slippers (awww…).
Dinner was fun, but my main takeaway was that there is a big downside to being surrounded by women all the time. You see, I ate a big German meal and couldn’t fart for about 8 hours! By the time I was alone and able to toot in peace, I felt like a damn dirigible. I regret that Exxon/Mobile couldn’t hook me up; at $4/MCF, I’d have been a rich man.
Although I had had a terrific time the whole way, the party afterwards was the big payoff. Geo said my lens fogged up, which is what I told her, but I’ve got hot tub shots. I’ve got cleavage shots. I’ve got… well, let’s just say that I never used to believe those stories until one day… I’ll have to spend some time editing my smartcard before I can post the pictures. The unedited version is available by subscription – email me for prices. I also learned stuff that would blanch Dr. Ruth. Cecil bless mrBlue92. I admire him for sticking to his guns, but I think he passed up an opportunity that would have had the Pope rethinking his vows. I hope whoever he did it for appreciates it.
Endnotes: Misery’s Company not only gets to join the clique, she gets to run it. She just jumped right in and was a terrific sport.
Cartooniverse, I’d be privileged to buy you brunch. Drop me a line when you’re going to be in town. Maybe Dim Sum?
Arden, not only was Persephone groped, but I got pictures of the doperbabe what did it!
And finally, if someone can tell me what to do with this smart card since I don’t have an internet site and Yahoo only gives you 30 MB (I’ve got about 60 MB in about 90 pictures), I’d certainly appreciate it.
And I should make the comment that Geobabe gives good hand.
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What was your comment about that, Manny? Seeing their planes on the news on fire is something the executives should have considered before specifying the paint job? Was that it?
manny, check out Opal’s site–I sent you a link to her thread about it, if you haven’t checked your email yet. Ooh, and can I join you and 'toons for lunch? He’s one of my favorite luncheon companions. I’d make the trip to NYC special for it, even.
Yes, I do.
Wow. I guess it’s time for me to say something…
I had some trepidation about getting in my car and driving four hours to spend the night with a bunch of people I didn’t know. But, I went anyway. And I am glad that I did. What an amazing group of people.
Many thanks for making me feel so welcome, for tattooing by back (it came out REALLY well!), for feeding me chocolates and hard cider.
I must add that I think that Manny has earned many many good Karma points, for not flinching during the in depth conversation about the functions and problems with ovaries. And MrBlue was an amazingly good sport about watching so many girls look at clothes. If only he had been as good of a sport about painting his toenails…
And I guess I will need advance notice the next time we do this, so that I can go buy more matching underwear…
<sigh>
I think I hate my now former SO for his bad timing which resulted in me missing out on this.
They were awful cute undies. I bet your boyfriend would be willing to help with the cause. 
Yep. Pretty poor timing, no? But I’m right! Imagine if that plane that crashed in Queens had been painted like a circus clown. It’s like insult to injury for those affected.
Oh, you’re popular. Real, real popular. Just trust me on this one.
And the seats aren’t only flotation devices, they’re whoopee cushions.