Ike wrote:
Hey, I resemble that remark. 
But I never put my thumb in my beer. That’s where my nose is supposed to go.
Uke has a very good point. I AM a houseguest that week. Do I make a break for it or drag my host along?
{sidling up to maggie}
So, uh, where in Brooklyn are you staying, my dove?
We can always ready a shakedown for you in the Ukulele Residence, if your host locks you out…
Can a (shy, not very good at meeting people) Doper who always feels inadequate after an ill-advised decision to weigh in with a post come along despite her trepidation? If so, when and where? I work 9 to 5 in Central Islip on Long Island, so I may be a little late.
Yes, Magdalene, I would be happy to help get you drunk. And I promise not to take liberties.
Hey, in January THespos tried to invoke him in the cab between Chumley’s and the Idiot…
Tenar, all are welcome. I get scared of these groups too, I’m not a RL mixer. I may be coming in from LI myself (possible conflict).
So. . .
I get to meet Maggie and Sue? Cool!
Tell me the when and the where and I’ll be there. And, like Ike said: where in Brooklyn be’s you?
Ike, Biggirl, I’ll be on Classon Avenue. I have no idea where that is relative to other things Brooklyn.
That Thursday should work just fine for me, I think. Although what will I do without Ukulele Ike to talk comics with? (And me having read some Peter Bagge!)
My, this Dopefest is starting to sound worth making a pilgrimage to NYC for (I’ve been looking for a good excuse to get back up that way anyway). I have come to realize that I quite neglected to touch poor Lux Fiat inappropriately the last time around, and I feel just terrible about that, and want to rectify that as soon as possible.
Besides, I really need to speak with manny about the cabana boy position, as he neglected to answer my question about it in my graduation thread, and I can’t hold the position open for him much longer.
Cartooniverse, darling, does your presence in this thread imply some possibility of your actual presence at the 'fest? Do say yes.
The National Museum of the American Indian
http://www.conexus.si.edu/index4.htm
It’s in lower Manhattan, next to Battery Park; easily combined with an Ellis Island visit. And it’s in an interesting building, the Old U.S. Custom House (architect, Cass Gilbert; also nifty WPA-era murals). Free admission.
Ooh! Ooooooooooh!!!
Y’know what I LOVE about that building?
Those four enormous politically-incorrect stautes out front that depict the great land-masses!
First comes Asia…imperious and deadly, flanked by a tiger and a Heathen Chinee, her foot resting upon an ottoman of skulls!
Then Europe, dressing a flowin gown and crowned with a diadem, surrounded by symbols of Empire.
Next the Americas, with her Mayan god as a footrest, her sheaves of wheat and Last of the Mohicans behind her.
And finally Africa, the sleeping giantess…you can almost hear her snore!
I say we all meet there with a huge honking chunk of marble and a chisel for each of us. We can carve out the Straight Dopers’ version of Australia, as a gift to the city.
…Classon Avenue? Hm. Only the Dead know Brooklyn, I guess.
If the goal is to get dear maggie drunk, allow me to make one small suggestion:
bring money, yes plenty of money.
Oh, feh. I can name about a dozen places that have $3.50 Buds, $4-5 Guinness and $4-5 shots and mixed drinks.
I can name about half a dozen places where a girl can pretty much drink for free if she dances on the bar.
We can do this whole thing way cheap.
Dancing on the bar, eh? Maybe we can convince the elusive SaxFace to join us…
The timing looks good. Heck, even I might be able to make this dopefest…depending on just where it is.
Classon Ave, hmmmm.
I believe it runs from DUMBO through Clinton Hills East and over to Bed-Stuy.
Not trying to diss Brooklyn or any of it’s nabes, but I sure hope you staying in DUMBO or Clinton Hills.
Thanks for the concern, Biggirl (and btw, I’m tickled pink to meet you too! You are a racism-destroying, stereotype crushing bodacious goddess!).
The lowdown from my host is that the 'hood is full of sketchy-looking but in-actuality-not-all-that-sketchy people. And Pratt students. It’s not a white collar utopia by any stretch, but full of families and pretty okay. And if I get locked out or lost, I’ll just walk around asking everyone I meet for directions to “Ukelele Ike’s.” However, I doubt I’ll be wandering around alone at all and it’s not like I’m exactly coming in from the country…
Dinsdale is prone to exaggeration. He usually has me sloppily spilling my guts after 2 $3.00 Berghoff darks. Speaking of which, what are you doing for lunch on Friday?
This is turning into a party!
Sorry folks, I won’t be there. My husband spent this morning trying to resign from his job. [sub]I say “trying” because he needs a written release because he wants to go back to the firm that this firm was part of before it was bought by foreigners.[/sub]
Consequently, in the ensuing chaos, we will be in hiding and letting everyone sweat it out. [sub]We’re going to Cancun![/sub]
I hope you have fun and I’m sorry I’m missing the party and the chance to meet a great group of Dopers![sub]There is still a chance we’ll be moving there, however slight. Two people are meeting with my husband on Thursday to try a save.[/sub]
If some kind soul would e-mail me their address, I’ll send a check to you so I can buy a round in absentia.
casting hurt glances in magdalene’s direction
I hope you have a REAL nice time, DEAR.
This officially concludes the ChiDope-That-Wasn’t[sup]TM[/sup] Guilt Trip. No further mention of, or allusion to, the above named incident will occur. Thank you.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to attend or not; hope so. If the details of this debauch will not be posted here, someone please email me? Thanks.