Generally good, just a bit of bad news that still has me reeling. I’ll tell you about it tonight, ok?
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Hope yall feel better.
thanks, meros – and thanks, moi – and I hope whatever it was wasn’t too dire, TP. I’ll think of you all as I’m curled up with my cat, reading and listening to music and forgetting this week ever happened. (Well, no I won’t, but the least I can do is lie to you abou it, right?)
Don’t forget to post a detailed description of Meros’s “date,” okay?
Meros’ date will not be in attendance. My secretary decided to wait a little longer before trying to set me up with anyone and personally, I am not one to go a-courting so soon after a break-up. Maybe I’ll drag someone along anyway but it will likely be just be.
Of course, this makes me free to manhandle moi with the rest of you 
35 minutes and counting until I’m outta this lousy joint, can’t wait to see y’all and down a few tasty beverages.
See you soon,
m
Tonight was not a miniDope for the timid, that’s for sure. TP busted out the inhaler, and Meros spit up a mouthful of grog…and that was all in the first hour or so.
Highlights of the evening include DocCathode bemoaning the waitress’ anti-Semitism and Meros buying same waitress a drink, only to later mention wanting some of her action…while she stood right. behind. him. :o
There was nothing in the way of manhandling or lapsitting 'cos we’re all talk. And, hot damn, did we talk! We’re going to have to find a spot to hold the miniDope after party rather than crowding the sidewalks and streets of Philly for an extra half hour.
The ride home was made extra colorful by the Satan puppet tdc bagged, courtesy of DocCathode. Satan sang along to “I Wanna Rock All Night and Party Every Day” and laughed maniacally as we drove past some of his finer interventions (SUVs, Exxon, McDonalds). My ribs hurt, I was laughing so hard.
Time for this little moi to be off to bed. See y’all again in two; TP you’ll be missed!
moi, you only forgot a few things. First, me being “crowned” for the evening. I really should have said it was my birthday when the waitress asked. It would have gotten us some free dessert! 
And who can forget the nasty things that toys do? I know Meros plans on uploading those pictures somewhere later. (He and Verrain were up until 2am here watching a Robin Williams DVD and he didn’t end up heading for home until around 9:30 this morning.)
While most of the rest of us were standing by the parking garage, we got some very strange looks from a couple of older ladies due to our… interesting conversation.
All in all, it was a night that shouldn’t have been missed! I’ll miss you guys in two weeks, but I’ll be back and better than ever in four!
Well I’m finally checking in after a full couple of days. I’ve been on the road for about the last 4 hours so I’ll get the photo up sometime tomorrow. Sorry about the delay…too much of the unplanned.
All I can say right now is Even our toys are depraved
And apparently better left to our imagination – the link’s not working for me.
Just tested the link. Give it another shot, it works for me.
Did meros get lucky?
I’m wishing all good things, including whips, chains, and great danes! :dominatrix smiley:
There should be a dominatrix smiley.
(On further consideration, a brief search on Google came up with just the thing. The dominatrix Barbie (1, 2) was also a close runner up.)
[sub]Yes, I should be working, why do you ask?[/sub]
I finally uploaded the few pics I took from last week. If anyone for whatever reason doesn’t want a pic up, just ask and I will remove it.
Pic 1. Moi doing her best to discourage me from taking her pic. Didn’t work.
Pic 2. TruePisces giving us her Queen Elizabeth impression.
Pic 3. The freaky, Doper-like waitress that Meros tried to hit on. Lesson for the day: if your intentions are to have sex with a stranger, it’s best not to mention that when they’re standing behind you.
Pic 4. A pic of Verrain & myself taken from arms-length. Ever notice those arm-length pics always look horrible?
back to the present, we’re scheduled for another dinner next Friday. Anyone have any thoughts or preferences? Old place? New place? Philly? Jersey?
I think I look more fish-like than being royal, but that’s just me.
Y’all better have a drink for me next Friday. It’ll be weird not being with y’all then.
Oh, and to throw out for the following Doper Gathering (since I won’t be there to throw this out next Friday), who would be up for Dim Sum on June 7th? Sometime in the afternoon, I’m thinking. Talk about it amongst yourselves next week and let me know.
Last weekend the bf and I tried out a Jamaican restaurant in Mt. Airy (a few blocks from the Allen’s Lane station on the R8 Chestnut Hill West). A bit pricey (we had appetizers, etc., and it was around $50 for the two of us), but pretty darn good.
Might I humbly suggest O’Doyle’s on roughly 30th & Market (on the corner across from 30th St. Station and the post office South side) which seems to be a reasonably priced Beef & Ale place.
Also my co-worker suggest a place called the Black Sheep (oddly appropriate for us) on 17th between Loocust and Spruce which comes highly recommended and serves irish Pub fare a la Fado.
An a last one (my co-worker is a bit of a gourmand) South Side of Chestnut near 2nd St. A Belgian place of which the name escapes him…if his brain comes back I’ll post with the name.
Hmmm,
It was but a child’s paper crown. But seeing her wearing that crudely printed cardboard circlet, shocked me to the very depths of my being. How could I have not seen it before? I shuddered. Was not her sobriquet True Pisces?
There was no denying that she sprung froma sinister lineage. For she had, the Insmouth Look!
The name of the place that Steve couldn’t remember was Eulogy. He says that despite the name it is excellent.
Announcement
Next week will be my last biweekly for a couple of months.
waits for wailing and sobbing to die down
Because I got the internship in Baltimore!
crazy ecstatic moi happy dance