Norfolk Dopefest: Virginia is for lovers! ;)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Or, ChiefScott bought us all dinner, but only one of us had to put out!

This was an absolutely terrific Dopefest. I’m not going to try to describe everything in detail (the lovely Leigh-Anne Dennison, aka Peta Tzunami, is working on that), but I’ll at least sketch an outline of the proceedings.

I caught a ride down from DC with Phil and Leigh-Anne on Saturday morning, and we got to the Marriott in Norfolk about 12:30pm. Shortly thereafter, we found ChiefScott and Falcon in the hotel bar; Melin, who had come down with Falcon from DC the night before after flying in from LA, joined us a few minutes later. We had a drink together and talked, then headed across the street to Jillian’s to shoot pool.

Scott had not only reserved two pool tables for our party, but had arranged for a spread of chips and salsa, veggies and dip, and buffalo wings, plus free drink tickets for all. We shot pool, talked, and ate, and during this phase of the proceedings, we were joined by Polycarp and Skulldigger (Mrs. P), Cabbage, RenMan and his wife Joanne, John Corrado, Montfort, and Aenea. We shot pool until about 5pm, then took a break before dinner.

We reconvened at the Outback (in the same building as Jillian’s) at 6pm, with the waitstaff putting together several small round tables on the patio in order to accomodate everyone. Surprisingly, this arrangement seemed to work quite well for our sizable crowd, which consisted of all of the above (except RenMan and Joanne), plus Jess, elelle, UncleBeer, Aenea’s friend Andy, and (eventually) Satan. We talked, ate, table-hopped, and took lots of pictures. Sometime after Poly and Skulldigger had taken their leave, we were trying to decide where to move the party next, when we realized that ChiefScott and Falcon, who had left (momentarily, we thought) to “change,” hadn’t reappeared. So we ate, drank, and talked some more, and when they still hadn’t appeared after awhile, we eventually moved back to the patio of the Marriott’s hotel bar, where Aenea asked, "Who are you, anyway, and what do you do?, and made each of us in turn answer that question. We were most of the way around the table when the fire trucks and the ambulance showed up, along with Lynyrd Skynyrd’s bus, and we were somewhat distracted.

Once things quieted down and we got reorganized, seven of us (Satan, Cabbage, Melin, Montfort, John Corrado, Jess, and me) decided to go play Putt-Putt golf over in Virginia Beach. It was nearly midnight by the time we got there, and it was well after 1 a.m. by the time we finished. We stopped at a Krispy Kreme for hot donuts on the way back to Norfolk; by the time we got back to the hotel, it was nearly 3am, at which point we were all ready to call it a night.

The next morning, we gradually gathered in the lobby, then went up to the Marriott’s second-floor restaurant for the breakfast buffet. After omelets, French toast, and more lively conversation, we adjourned to head our separate ways.

OK, that’s the basics; I’ll let everyone else fill in the details.

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Sounds like you all had a great time, sorry I missed it.

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Give me a break–we had to go get cereal. I’m working up the “details, details…”

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No prob. I’m still surprised that I was the first to start a thread about Norfolk.

Oh yeah - I forgot to mention that ChiefScott picked up our dinner tab at Outback, as well as paying for the pool party. Thanks, Scott - you’re a prince among men!

A link to the Fathom thread I started, although so far it’s a cross-posting of my OP.

Since I only got about 4 hours’ sleep last night, I’m going to bed.

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…loud, drunk voices.

I attended the Norfolk Dopefest in my own little way. Seeing as I have a final paper due tomorrow and I couldn’t exactly be there, I had Satan steal Phil’s cellular phone and give me a call during dinner. I was then passed around the members of the group, which vaguely reminded me of my first two years of college, for reasons I can’t quite put a finger on.

I got to talk to each Doper at the gathering in turn, which revealed a few interesting facts to me. First, there apparently was a Baptist convention in the Marriot. Seeing as there was only a convention of blind people at the Holiday Inn for last year’s Columbus Dopefest, I felt pretty gypped. Second, everyone in the group was apparently naked. While I’m sure that made for a rather hedonistic dinner experience, I’m really not certain how the staff of Outback let it go on. I hope Scott tipped really well. Third, everyone was really cool, especially since half of them didn’t know me and had no real reason to be talking to some chick several states away except for the fact that Satan told them to. And I don’t know if that’s a good thing…

So that was my experience with being on the margins of the Norfolk gathering. I hope to actually be able to attend the next one in the flesh. But not in the nude. You people are just way too kinky for me.

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First off, I just wanna know where my T-shirt is, Leigh-Anne. :slight_smile:

Anyway…Melin and I got into Norfolk around 2am Thursday night after I picked her up from the airport. (Damn DC traffic…grrr.) Friday we went to Colonial Williamsburg for the day, where we got to see and hear such gems as having Falcon put into the stocks, (and yes, we have pictures), and have the Chief Magistrate in the Courthouse ask me “So, you have not put yourself under the governance of a man as of yet?” My response: “No, I find I do quite well on my own, thank you.” We goofed off the rest of the day, and I got to introduce Melin to some of the places I went to while I was in school. And oh yeah, we tried to get on base, but were turned away. :slight_smile:

Saturday I met up with Scott around noon, and we headed down to the bar to wait for Melin, where we were met by Phil, Leigh-Anne, and RT. Melin also eventually wandered in. After Phil finished my beer, we adjourned to Jillian’s, where ChiefScott proceeded to kick EVERYONE’S ass in pool. We drank a lot, talked a lot, and generally had a blast. We also got to see CHIEF kneeling in front of Aenea. (And yes, we have photographic proof.) We ended up staying there for an extra hour, and having a lot to drink in the Doper tradition.

Afterwards, most of us headed back over to the hotel to change for dinner. We found UncleBeer and elelle in the hotel bar, and once again, many pictures were taken. And FTR, yes, Scott wore the whites. drool After running into Aenea and her friend Andy, we headed over to the Ootback. Lots of beer was drunk, lots of conversation was held, lots of pictures were taken, and a LOT of smartass comments were made. (Come on, you expected different?) And I want to add my thanks to everyone’s for Scott picking up the bill. And I’m not commenting on the rest of the evening. :smiley:

Sunday we managed to be loud in the hotel dining room while eating brunch, and the obligatory comments were made about mine and Scott’s disappearance. Some of which I’m sure will be repeated. And then we Dopers scattered to the winds.

And JESUS, this was a long post. Yo Peta! Hurry up on those details!!!

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Its in the design stage, soon to be production (and don’t think I won’t, babe!)

WTF–I’m workin’ on it–I’m up to page five and I haven’t even WADED through all the double-entrendres yet.

And, pardon my noisiness, but what the F@ck are you doin’ on-line?! [winking smilie omitted anticipating the reading of this thread by Chief Scott, the generous bastard!]

Patience is no virtue of SDers–sheesh!

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That’s “double-entendres”! And Falc, I’m on my SECOND glass of wine…I may never finish this account of details. Whoa…

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Oh good lord…FIVE PAGES???

Well, you certainly win for “most anticipated post,” hon.

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Full report coming later, but a few items:
[ul][li]It took 4.5 hours to drive down, and nearly 7 to drive back today. Yuck.[/li][li]I suppose we should all thank Falcon and ChiefScott for the dinner.[/li][li]Melin didn’t make her flight home, but got another one for Monday morning and is staying in a Red Roof Inn at BWI Airport. She wants me to let everyone know that she’s fine and had a good time.[/li][li]Digicam pictures will be uploaded sometime soon.[/li][li]The name of the movie that John Corrado, Satan, and I watched in our hotel room was called Crossing the Bridge. Thank Cecil for the IMDB.[/li][li]Aryan marine biologists are great to wake up to in the morning. The female ones, I mean.[/li][li]I don’t want to have my shins kicked, no matter what the situation.[/li][li]I am so fucking tired, but I’m not tired from fucking (like some people).[/li][li]I actually beat ChiefScott in pool in one game. Of course, he scratched on the 8 ball, but it still counts, right?[/li]Jess hit a hole-in-one in her first ever shot in Putt-Putt. Wow.[/ul]I’ll think of more later, I’m sure. Thanks to everyone for having fun with me!

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STILL READING??? My gosh woman, did you wear that sailor out?! You know, you can’t return them once you’ve tried them on all… [winking smilie omitted]

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LIVE & IN PERSON

  1. Chief Scott
  2. Falcon
  3. RTFirefly
  4. PLDennison
  5. Peta Tzunami
  6. Melin
  7. John Corrado
  8. Montfort
  9. Satan (in duplicate)
  10. Cabbage
  11. Aenea
  12. Adam, Aenea’s friend
  13. Jess
  14. Elelle
  15. Uncle Beer
  16. Polycarp
  17. Mrs. Skulldigger Polycarp

GUESTS BY PROXY

  1. Friend of God
  2. Thaedeus
  3. Libby
  4. Cecil Adams
  5. SqrlCub
  6. DCNewsman

AWOL (but not without notice)

  1. Lucretia
  2. Bluesman

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RTFirefly met up with us in Alexandria around 7:30. We hit the Krispy Kreme and the gas station then the road. There was a big back-up on I-64 on the way down so RTFirefly navigated an alternate route allowing us to see more of the area surrounding Williamsburg, which was nice enough and got us into town fairly promptly. On the way into Norfolk, we passed “Big Al’s Brakes” with an Oh-So-Trustworthy picture of a mobster (swear to you) on the sign. It was by RTF and PLD dubbed “Big GAY Al’s Breaks”…”why they’re SUPER thanks for asking.”

We spotted the Marriott several blocks before we arrived at it being it was quite prominent in the scheme of Norfolk and upon arriving at the Marriott quickly noticed the plaza across the street. “Gee I don’t know if we can walk the 32 steps to Outback or 47 to Jillian’s?” was the question we all considered as we parked and prepared to check in. It was just a hair past noon when we checked in and from our room, we called Falcon’s cellphone. We told her we were still on I-95 outside of Richmond (VA) and that the highway had been closed. Static from the cellphone helped the rouse, and once we had her sufficiently freaked out, we told her the truth.

They were in the hotel pub on the lobby level so RTF and PLD and I went down to meet them. We were informed at that time that Melin was “upstairs naked” but she showed up clothed, so I think Chief was lying. Most everyone had a quickie….uh…um…drink before heading over to Jillian’s.

On the way out of the pub (towards Jillian’s) Chief showed us is “Satan Tamer” – I guessed it was a gun, but it turned out to be merely Chief’s pool cue. He proclaimed that he planned to beat Satan’s (famous or is that infamous?) ass off. A moot point as you’ll soon learn.

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I just got back to Raleigh a couple of hours ago, I didn’t make it to the breakfast Sunday morning as my brother and his girlfriend were also in Norfolk at the time and I wanted to spend some time with them. I didn’t leave Norfolk until about 6 this evening, and I was anxious to get home to watch the Va Tech-Ga Tech game tonight (I’m a Hokie), which was cancelled anyway due to thunderstorms (lightning actually hit a car in the parking lot there and set it on fire. And I’ve always heard cars were very safe places to be in a storm). Came through through some terrible thunderstorms on the way back, as well.

Anyway, enough of that, I had an absolutely great time on Saturday, and I’d also like to thank ChiefScott and UncleBeer for the food and drinks.

I came to Jillian’s about 3:00 and quickly commenced to whip ChiefScott in a game of pool. I felt like he deserved to win a few games, though, so I, uh, took it easy on him the next two games. :wink:

Seriously though, everybody was really great, it was great getting to meet the people I hadn’t, and getting to see again the people I had. I had a lot of fun playing miniature golf, which I probably hadn’t done in 15 years, and was actually surprised that I didn’t fuck it up anymore than I did.

I wish I could’ve made it to the breakfast this morning to hang out with everyone some more, but I’m really looking forward to the next get together we have, and hope to see a lot of you there!

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Jillian’s was a bustle of noise, games and alcohol (woohoo) and we walked past a myriad of old movie posters on the way to the billiard tables (sound so much nicer than pool joint, don’t it?!). We were greeted by Chief’s spread and drink tickets were distributed. I proceded to have TWO Lynchburg Lemonades in under an hour—the closest Falcon’s ever seen me to drunk (and a wee bit obnoxious….Naw!).

We were soon joined by Polycarp and Mrs. (Skulldigger) Polycarp, who was a wonderful hoot for all to enjoy. They were so adorable and obviously in love that the men began seeking Poly’s secrets on pleasing women while Skulldigger flirted with Chief (and his ass) repeatedly. I hope I don’t offend either Mr. or Mrs. Polycarp if I reveal my brief exchange. Skulldigger crossed the room for a cigarette. I jokingly asked if she had grown tired of looking at Chief’s ass (while he shot pool). She looked at me deadpan and said, “Actually, no,” and grinned largely and I probably missed a mischievous wink. Chief on the other hand was enamored of Skulldiggers green scarf and would make it his—but we’ll talk about his apparent headwear fetish later!

Chief was playing billiards and winning most every game he played (the shark!)—that is, until Cabbage quietly arrived (which he excels at—quietness). He managed to beat Chief at pool. Watching Cabbage play–he was a stunningly good player Cabbage was—very precise—probably all that math.

We had a surprise when Renaissance (Ren)man and his lovely wife (in a cute straw hat that Chief adored—see a pattern?) arrived. They had tickets to Lyle Lovett (sp?) so they couldn’t stay long or come to dinner, but it was interesting to meet them both. A little like Richard Dreyfus dropped by.

We began worrying about Satan’s safety and arrival, since Libby told Falcon she hadn’t been able to wake him that morning. Like magic (or not) he called around following our speculations around 2:00 or 2:30 to say he was just leaving Raleigh—thus missing the pool “competition” all together, but promising to arrive for dinner (which he did—late!). In other billiards news, let’s see, Melin played Firefly and she scratched on the 8-ball; then PLD played her and they cleared that table; Melin got the 8-ball in at the right time and she won.

John Corrado and Montfort soon arrived (wondering about Satan); Montfort played pool with Chief and didn’t play too badly (the first game) beating Chief…of course, after his first beer, well, then he started struggling a bit. Aenea arrived bearing super-secret smilie cards for personalization and presentation to Chief at dinner.

Honestly, Chief and Falcon took a lot of shit about …huh, huh…and PLD and Peta took some mulch about being vegetarian—Chief kept directing them to the “grass” for grazing while brandish the wings to the rest of the crew. The sarcasm and pokes (including so many double-entendres you’d puke) were batted around that room that I couldn’t possibly elaborate here. Admittedly, Chief grew concerned that he was pissing me off (apparently fearful he’d end up in a mock-milk-ad) he took me aside to make sure I knew all was in jest. Also, I don’t recall what I did, but something caused Chief to kneel before me too—just not long enough for photo taking.

Originally the tables were booked only until 4 pm, but as mentioned, Chief bought everyone another another hour and additional drinks happy-happy was had by all. Our perpetual host….

Soon we were back to the hotel rooms (respectively) to shower and change for dinner. The ladies and gents came back looking like hotties and Chief, indeed, put the vomiting Bluesman to shame in HIS uniform. (I swear, I am NOT bitter.) PLD and I were out of hotel first and rejoined Polycarp, Skulldigger and John Corrado (who weren’t close enough to their digs to return in between events) outside the plaza containing the Ootback at which time John Corrado shared his tales of a high school trip to France, stringy chicken, and gun smuggling (apparently). We were joined by the Chief Sailor Boy and his DC Damsel and lovely (and sexy) Falcon who lead the way BACK to that tough to find Ootback place.

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We went inside and were seated outside—on the patio which is probably good considering our level of….um….exuberance was pretty high and getting higher. Aenea and her friend Adam were at the bar and joined us. And then came, Jess. No tight, short orange dress, much to Chief’s distress, but her lovely and I-can’t-believe-you’ve-had-children figure in a cute little dress which was sufficiently SHORT to please our host.

Uncle Beer and Elelle joined us and the crew began to ordered drinks and appetizers. I think Chief shocked and scared the waitress a bit at the beginning of the evening, but she quickly got accustomed to us and even joined into the humor herself. (Can’t wait to see some of those pictures!) I think her name was Kellie (anyone remember for certain?) and she was a great sport. Chief passed out “I Like Ike” badges of honor (buttons) and soon Falcon distributed some of Baglady’s Wally gathering buttons. The waitress with a helper started passing out drinks and taking dinner orders. Soon she would be saying “Know, I really like y’all—you’re a really fun group!” For that, she received honorary “I Like Ike” and “Smilie Putz!” buttons as flair—she was tickled by our gesture and laughed at the movie reference to have more flair. “God, I love that movie,” she exclaimed laughing.

We had begun eating and were about to take odds on just how late Satan would be when “speak of the devil and he do appear” Satan arrived bearing name tags and markers. Sure, he whined a bit about having to give away 20 Lynyrd Skinner tickets – apparently to bald guys – but I think he’s probably pretty glad he hung with the group in the whole talk-and-laugh mode. He added his dinner order to the mix and then Libby arrived at the gathering via proxy (my cellphone) and Satan had her speak to EVERYONE—she even had her picture taken with us.

As everyone was winding up their main meals, photos ops became the next course, and we took a sh!tload, if you pardon that not-too-French. Couples photos, group photos, busty redheads photos and *women of the Straight Dope molest Chief Scott *photos. I must say though that ALL redheads (Elelle, put your skirt down!) declined to offering proof in the pu.…dding demonstrations of natural red-headedness. Even SqrlCub and DCNewsman showed up for a quick photo!

We’d won the waitress over to the dark side (I mean—the start side) and we’d seen Chief take her aside several times (presuming he was apologizing for our rowdiness and checking to make sure we weren’t a problem)….we would later learn the truth! One of the bus boys was enjoying our antics as well and after explaining the bar closing system in Norfolk and “after bar” bars, we tried to coerce him into joining him—he was tempted. Melin asked, “Do you have a computer?” (BB: “Yes.”) “Then you can join us!” (Anyone else think Stepford Dopers—you’ll soon be one of us, you’ll soon be….) We had been there through our waitress’s shift end and she, too, was briefly tempted to stay and join us but said she’d been working all day so we bid her bon voyage and a happy life.

Chief, the generous host, informed us dinner was covered (his waitress whisperings) and despite his insistence that we were responsible for our own desert (sure, I thought he meant something else! Mmmmm….whipped cream), he renigged on that claim and paid for those too! He told us to consider it an early tax refund from Uncle Sam, but we knew SOMEONE was going to have to payfor it later….the busty redheads got in line were preparing to draw straws with crossed fingers to see who’d win the honor when…

Chief and Amy, who were dressed to the nines, indicated (to someone) that they wanted to go back and change into something more comfortable before we moved on to our next locale. Melin and I started the timer to see how “quickly” they could “change.” (Chief had been at sea for six, long, lonely months—how long could a wardrobe “change” take?) PLD hinted they were changing (morphing?) into a two-backed beast, but we said, “Pish-tish! SDMB flirting is perfectly innocent and NEVER leads to that!” (Or….does it……occasionally? Could it be SATAN?)

There were more photo ops and much laughter and sarcasm being winged around with little mercy. Elelle created a desert bunny (or was it an angel?) for us to photograph and fulfilled a fantasy of John Corrado’s—not THAT kind of fantasy, outta the gutter, folks–she posed for a photo with him, providing him a wee bit of extra hair on top where its becoming just a scad thinner. I think he just liked having her lean so close, but you know…I could be wrong, it could happen this once!

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Italics tags repaired by UncleBeer

[Edited by UncleBeer on 08-28-2000 at 09:27 AM]

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{Stupid italics–sorry about that}

Sure, conversations drifted to talk of sexually satisfying peripherals, but always came back to Chief and Falcon (somehow). Soon discussion turned again to how long we should wait at the Ootback for Chief and Falcon to “change” before we sought another place to hang (you can only do so much damage at one place). It was decided that we would stay close to the hotel, we’d be sure to see them if—I mean, when—they finished trying on “outfits.” We returned to the hotel bar and were seated outside (a trend?).

Quietly and much to my surprise (when I tried to pay the waitress), it seems that Uncle Beer, a generous kindred spirit with Chief and OUTSTANDING MODERATOR, had picked up the tab for the table. (Thank you Uncle Beer! Since PLD and I succumbed fairly early to exhaustion and untold achiness, consider us your cheapest dates for the evening—except for Chief and Falcon who were STILL trying to find the perfect outfits.) Fashion Emergency, where are you when we need you?!

Both the men and women of SD (VA) observed the number of scantily and sexily dressed women walking the streets of Norfolk. PLD explained the whole – fleets in biz, and we nodded in understanding. I think some of the men nodding in drool, but that’s another story for another day.

Aenea began the whole FBI treatment—inquiring about what we do for living and for fun (stamp out ignorance, what else?!). Proving that I CAN pay attention: PLD does client services/inside sales for a wire service (for businesses), Cabbage does something I can’t spell but involves the study of irregular shapes that do not lose that shape when they are distorted (I think), Uncle Beer is in telecommunications, Jess is a happy-homemaker biker-chick, Elelle just changed professions (see next paragraph) and moved to NC from MS, RTF works for the Census Bureau, Melin is an insurance-related attorney, and Aenea works on automated attendant systems (something to do with the circuit boards)—I was drinking, gimme a break. I think Satan’s end of the table was a bit loud and never got to confessing their profession but I know that Satan works as Asst National Promotions Something, Something for a record label.

Elelle is my hero. She told a too short but fascinating story of spending the last 9 years interviewing (for a magazine) the great blues legends and how they played music to avoid a life doing hard labor on plantations. She said it was a great life that taught her more than she could have ever imaged (Elelle, did I express that right? I was touched by your phrasing and sincerity.) She also said that when she was old, her photos of these great musicians would be her retirement. (Again, Elelle, I hope I expressed it correctly.) Plus she thinks I’m WAY cool—so, you know, I’m down with that! <tongue so firmly in cheek it hurts>

Worried that they MIGHT truly feel “left out” of the party, we finally decided to call up to Falcon’s room and tell them to stop worrying so damn much about making a friggin’ fashion statement…we’re easy to please (apparently, so is Chief!). Satan lost the draw and went to call. They were exhausted “apparently” from all that “changing” they had done they were simply too tired to show us their favorite “outfits” (I believe “bugger-off” played some part in the conversation) and said they’d catch up with us in the morning (more lies Chief?).

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PLD and I were more well rested and woke early and took a walk around the block watching bicyclists starting a race and passing several musicians loading a tour bus. Obvious “stars” being photographed/videoed by fans, PLD and me (happy & oblivious) walked past going, “Definitely a musician—probably not rock with a Nashville tour bus—must be country.” Doh! Guess it was Lynyrd Skinner. Boy is my smilie red!!

Around 10:50 am, we called Satan’s hotel room (30 minutes away) to inquire whether they’d meet us for the pre-set 11:00 brunch date. A sleepy (and I suspect eye-dropping Satan) answered and asked what time it was. I told him and he said they’d be there. I reminded him it was a 30 minute drive, and he counter-bid me at 20 minutes. (I was MORE correct than HE!) Apparently Satan exists in his own time-zone.

I wrote Chief an old-fashioned e-mail (with paper and pen) and left it at the front desk thinking it would be discrete picked up after I was gone, but NOOOOOO, Falcon ended up picking up the note for him. The element of surprise ruined, we decided a personal delivery was more appropriate. Besides, he wasn’t getting his ass or his Ensign down to brunch fast enough! So, after polishing off a yummy omelet—up we went.

Chief was “resting” and “relaxing” – apparently not missing duty too much at that moment. He explained that he even treated himself to a FIVE (5) MINUTE shower. You go, Chief—way to party!!!

Oddly (or ironically) while we were waiting for Chief to change (this time by himself), my cellphone rang. It was Phil and his laughing crew downstairs. Apparently PLD’s shorts had dialed me up and their conversation and subsequent laughter was perfectly aligned with our frame of mind and attempted conversation with them because it took me a while to decided that the connection was too bad and hang up.

Since it turns out there were several vegetarians in this motley crew, we couldn’t just have the “Vegetarian Guy”; it was therefore decided that PLD would be Vegetarian-Man (can you picture the superhero costume for that one?), Montfort would be Vegetarian-Guy, Peta (aka me) would be Vegetarian-Girl and Elelle would be Buddhist-Vegetarian-Girl.

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Most Out of Context Lines
Voted (by our car anyway) the best line taken out of context for the evening (okay, that any of we lushes remember): Elelle: “I got it in my hair.” Followed appropriately by PLD’s “If I had a dollar for every time I heard THAT!” Second runner up - Chief Scott speaking to Falcon and I on the elevator on the way down to meet everyone for breakfast: “I should’ve trained for last night.” Referring, of course, to building up his tolerance for alcohol. What ELSE could he have meant?

Possible Thread Titles
The point is now moot since RTF took the lead and the thread title, but during our SIX HOUR ride back to Alexandria (VA), we had a brainstorming session regarding possible thread titles. Not for the faint of heart.

Most Flubbed Compliment
Chief: (with extreme vigor) “God Aenea! You smell GREAT!” (short pause) “Oh, its your cigarette.” Way to sweet talk a woman, Chief!

All begin Norfolk Doperfest (of course)
(Chief, Falcon: Advanced apologies, sweeties!)

*The mutation of Satan’s suggestion which RTF included in his OP. *
Chief bought ALL of us dinner but only ONE of US had to put out!

And RTF’s selection:
[ul][li]Virginia is for Lovers[/li][li]Privacy: It’s a GOOD Thing[/li][li]Don’t Go Changin’ to Try and Please Me[/li][li]Ch-ch-ch-changing![/li][li]Mermaids, Mermaids Everywhere—Where in the hell is Chief?![/li][li]Ahoy, Mate, There She Blows[/li][li]Permission to Come Aboard, Chief?[/li][li]Victory Near the Sea[/li][li]Loose Lips Sink Ships (and apparently Sailors)[/li][li]If the Captain Goes Down with His Ship, where does the Chief go down? Oh, nevermind.[/li][li]F530, Woohoo—You Sank His Battleship![/li][li]All Hands on…uh…um…Deck! Yeah, that’s it—DECK![/li][li]Mister Gearing, Are you Trying to Seduce Me?[/li][li]Hail to the Chief[/li][li]All Ashore Who’s Comin’ Ashore[/li][li]The Falcon has Landed[/li][li]Let’s Give ‘Em Something to Talk About…[/li][li]Flirting is Totally Innocent, I Swear! Well…mostly…mostly….[/li][li]Chocolate Thunder Down Under[/li][li]Now THAT’S the Perfect Storm[/ul][/li]–[Continued]–

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As was mentioned, it was a long time back to the DC area. We again left the main highway and took the more scenic (or in today’s case—less scenic) route. Still, while en route, we found the most perfect place on earth: The Great Adventure Maize Maze (I kid you NOT!). Phil is SO excited about visiting it that he suggested we book it for the next VA Doperfest. I guess we’ll have to find “changing” rooms near by if Chief’s ashore.

See what happens when you tell a writer to “fill in the details”? Scary part is that I still left SO MUCH out, that others can share…

Now, I’m really tired (so I hope I did this justice and didn’t make too many typos). G’night all–Falcon, go to…um…bed!

Peta, who just UPPED her post count significantly!