Eve,
We’ll only send photos if you send photos of your orgy with Dex.
I’d also like to see these pictures, to make me even more angry at CrabbyRiddles for making me miss the fun. Feh.
In return, I can send you pictures of me slaving at the library on a case study. w00 freakin’ h00.
Okay, another thing popped up that might have precluded my coming on Saturday, but for the fact that there’s a makeup meeting. So all I have to do is call the bus people and buy me some tickets!
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Uh oh…looks as though I won’t be able to get away from home and hearth until later than I thought on Saturday.
Sax, I think the earliest I can make it is sixish, but I’ll definitely be there before seven.
So. Sax, at six. It sucks, but I’ll wear clean socks.
Sorry, guys. Couldn’t help it.
My bags are packed(including camera with extra rolls of film ;)) and I’m leaving for San Francisco International Airport in two hours. I’m so excited! Woo Hoo!!!
Surg, you better not flake on us. This is a warning…
I have chainmail underwear.
I’ll see you there at six, Uke! See the rest of you a little later (depending on how long I’ll stay sober).
Bill and I are going to show up at six as well.
Surg–Do you want me to get you at Port Authority? Let me know!
Alright guys. Im hoppin in Interstate 80 in a few minutes. See ya’ll tomorrow. 6 or 7 ish. xoxo
Alcohol and calculus don’t mix. Never drink and derive.
Working on bus schedule now, would greenbean mind horribly picking me up at 3? Better yet, when does this schebang get together? Forgive me for not looking it up, I’m sleep deprived.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
**Surg:
Manny’s** set us up for seven PM, but it looks like there’ll be at least four of us there around six.
Bring us an organic napkin or something from the Moosewood Restaurant…
looks like I’m showin up at 3, then.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Unforseen Difficulty: I’ve been trying to call the Greyhound people. They’re closed (or they just don’t answer the phone). Either way, it means I’m getting up early tomorrow (before 7), to try and get the bus ticket. If I can’t, I’m afraid you’ll have to do without my company, seeing as how even if I could get a rental car (you may have to be 21), I don’t know my way around here or NYC. Pray for me.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Surg-
Is it that you can’t get the schedule, or that you can’t get the ticket right now?
Check your email. I sent you my phone #, so you can tell me when you will be in. Or you can email me. (I finally took the plunge and made my email address available to the teeming millions.)
–Bean
It’s just that I can’t get the ticket right now (CLOSED, damn them!). I’m also looking into going by train.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Official Countdown to the NYC SDMB Tent Revival and Toga Party:
Just One More Day!!!
Well, we’re coming down to the end of the Official Countdown, and the last minute shuffles are happening at a rapid pace. Mysterious Martin will be missing, but Blue Twylight is looking for a replacement. Ike’s show-up has slid to six, sticking SaxFace something serious. Joe_Cool, having failed in his attempt to be an orgasm researcher, is looking to become a rooftop sniper. And in the biggest meeting cliffhanger, will Surgoshan catch his bus?
Democritus has started flying, psycat started driving, and the question on all of our minds is whether he will need a neck brace after they meet up.
Well, boys and girls, the countdown’s been fun, and I can’t wait to meet you all.
Remember, Acme at 7, ask for the reservation for Cecil Adams, world’s smartest man.
Or show up about an hour earlier, where you can see me buy SaxFace a drink for the sincere :rolleyes: appreciation she’s shown in her posts.
In a late-breaking NYC Dopefest story, SwimmingRiddles has revealed the reason she and her sister are not coming to New York this weekend.
Now, Swimmer, see if we all come out drinking with you when you come to New York in May, even if you do wear the Donna Reed dress.
Sorry to spoil the cliffhanger so early in the day, but it has to be said:
I have no conflicts
A round trip ticket is only $69
I can get the ticket at the terminal
I’ll see you this evening
Greenbean, I’ll be rolling in around 3 o’clock. You don’t have to worry too much about being on time, since I’m bringing three books.
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Ummm…I hope you get this message before you leave, Surgoshan…but the Port Authority is an awfully large place. Please call me so we can arrange a place to meet!
An update for those of you who have been following the Surgoshan Bus Drama:
I spoke to him a little bit ago as he was leaving to catch his bus. We have arranged to meet at the Greyhound ticket counter on the main floor of the Port Authority. All is well.
I said I would be wearing a red carnation. I hope I can find one. I wonder if I have time to make a giant papier-mache green bean…