My boyfriend, referring to Grandfather Trout: “He was wearing shorts?”
Me: “No, a kilt.”
Boyfriend, delightedly: “Oooh!”
scott evil blushes. :eek:
:eek: 
Saaayyy…Are you flirting with me? 
Well, now we know what happens when you are, like me, a humongous dork. You forget people. In my case, I forgot three. At least. I’m sure more will come to light later. :o
lisabethnyc, charming to meet you, and glad we could get you to delurk. Hope you have many happy posts in the future. [sub]Look at the pictures! She’s a total babe![/sub]
Joey: One of the coolest guys around. With the coolest camera. Great to finally meet you.
And last but certainly by no means least, Verrain. This is the one I’m really embarassed about, since I spent a large part of the weekend with you. And monopolized TruePisces for so much of it. You’re a great guy, and I can’t thank you enough for letting me hang out with you guys so much. TP’s a lucky woman. Not that I mean that how it sounds. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Seriously, thanks for making the weekend just that much better.
Well, having expiated myself (I hope for the last time, although I wouldn’t put money on it), that’s it from me. What a blast, you guys. You rock.
I called Billdo last night, just to thank him for helping to put this thing together & for helping me out with the (ridiculous) elevator in his building; Of course, I woke the poor man up! :smack:
Figures.
Sorry hon!
And Green Bean, the Bean Sprout is an absolutely gorgeous baby!
Crap. I forgot, one more thing.
True Pisces, I’d love to come down to Philly, if I could find a ride to & fro (not so difficult, maybe) & I could afford a hotel room (much more tenuous). I doubt that I’d be able to crash with anyone due to the wheelchair accessibility issue.
We’ll see what happens - e-mail me as the months draw near.
Man, I don’t know what happened with the bookshelf…Only thing I can figure is that in my sleep I got my hand under the upper shelf, and the pulled it back towards me. I think I got pretty much everything back in place while you were asleep. (and while waterj2 laughed at me)
What song did we hear that had the chorus of: “Did I…Shoot myself up again…” or something like that? I KNOW that song from somewhere, and it has been driving me crazy.
I do recall hearty laughter due to a story…though I got the most kicks from hearing waterj2’s irish accent the more hammered he got. 
The lyrics are “Did I (catchy guitar riff) trip myself up again?” It’s from “Simple Song” off of Avail’s album 4AM Friday.
As for waterj2’s story, I was laughing because it was late, we had a lot of beers, and I got lost halfway through the story. I think I started losing it when he was talking about a garbage truck having only 6 inches of clearance through some roadway. I think both the story and the giddiness were a result of prolonged exposure to Dopers, some alcohol and lack of sleep.
A very dangerous combination.
Actually, Cosmopolitan, you might not have a problem if you wanted to crash here with Verrain and I (and several other Dopers, most likely). IIRC, there is only a very small step into the lobby of the building, and we’re elevatored the rest of the way up. And we shouldn’t have a problem getting your wheelchair into the elevator of the building. We’ve got a couple of people in wheelchairs in the higher floors of the building already, and I’ve never seen them having a problem getting in and out. And if, by chance, we do have a problem with the main elevators, the service elevator is easily accessible (we don’t even have to get a key like we did at Billdo’s). And, IIRC, Zappo offered to drive you around as needed. How does that sound? I’ll definitely e-mail you when the time gets nearer.
Sounds great, True!
Sounds pretty good, True! My only concern would be whether I can use the bathroom without risking life & limb. If, however, you have other wheelchair users in similar apartments, then it might be allright. Like we said, just e-mail me as the date draws closer.
I have a request of the NYC Dopers…
I think I lost my Greek fisherman’s cap at whatever bar that was we were at on Friday night. If anyone can check into that for me, I will cheerfully send you whatever it costs to ship it, plus two dozen homemade cookies. It has sentimental value or I would just let it go.
Bah freaking humbug.
And sorry about how long my recap was…should have broken it into three posts, probably.
Man, y’all rule.
Who, me? Would I do a terrible thing like that to a nice guy like you? innocent look
Besides, there’s a strict limit to what I’m willing to do in public.
My wife tried to submit a post yesterday but she was using her mother’s computer which is old and has more viruses than the Congo. As she was getting ready to send it the computer just shut off. Piece of shit.
I’m sure she had a lot of nice things to say. Hopefully she can still do it this week some time.
Awww… thanks 
I’ll probably lurk around for a bit… you know… 'cause I’m obviously shy around people I don’t know.
Terrible? :blink blink:
No comprendo, señorita.
Oh, me too. Although that doesn’t imply anything about where the bar is set, you know.
Yeah, that’s you all right. A regular shrinking violet. :p;)
After enough grousing from certain individuals coughsodacough, our pictures are up:
http://www.imagestation.com/album/?id=4290859027
Password is boobs.
OK, how come I can’t get in?
Nevermind. I’m just a schmuck, is all.
Thanks for that great picture of me, Geobabe. Don’t be misled by my facial expression; the peanut I found on the floor was actually quite tasty (albeit a bit tangy and very furry).
Great shots, all. I’m glad someone got photos that weekend.
(All our crappy cameras died.)
[sub]There coulda been more of me though.[/sub]