Steve, if you end up needing to go fetch Guin, I’ll ride with you.
I’m all for the 9th, is that where we’re settling?
Jester, I’m not the most patient about this either…
Steve, if you end up needing to go fetch Guin, I’ll ride with you.
I’m all for the 9th, is that where we’re settling?
Jester, I’m not the most patient about this either…
I know, I’m just teasin’ everyone here…
I know you’d ride with me if there was room. Unfortunately, if you remember riding in my truck, I have bucket seats and don’t have extended cab.
I knew I should have gotten a bench seat. But when I bought the thing, I never expected having two women at once in it. I was very lonely and pretty pathetic two years ago. (No pity parties needed, thank you.)
Oh yea. That.
Well, now we learn, don’t we?
(Mmm…more reasons to love my crappy truck. It can fit 8 in the cab, easy. And a pile of people/party supplies/wood in the back.)
Let’s just settle on the 9th. Who’s making the reservations? (remember: make 'em in the name of “Cecil Adams”)
So, my Child, where dwelleth this mythical truck of which you speak? Forsooth, me brother didst once have such a monster full tonneth as would contain six passengers of normal girth. But such poppycock as eight in ease? Methinks yon story tis but a fairy dream, as the Great Thirty-Point Buck and the Everlasting Keg of Beer.
If we’re all agreed on the 9th, then I suggest somebody local make the reservations and provide directions for anyone who needs them. Anybody want to volunteer?
I can make reservations, but my directions start with “Catch the 61A…”
My big old truck? Its old, not pretty, old, old, old, big, old work horse truck. But boy can it haul people/stuff. It also has a top speed of about 53 mph.
Jester told me in meatspace yesterday that he’d make them on Saturday. (Jester: verify this for the rest of the board, please )
Its okay, they don’t take them anyway…
We can call in the day before and get our names on some “call in” list and they will “try” to give us “priority”
So Le Sang and I can show up early and stake out space…
bump
Anybody else?
What’s our running list of attendees?
<whimpers> I’ve been dreading posting this for a few days now. I’m not going to be able to make it on the ninth.
The reason? My father’s mid-life crisis.
His firm had a raffle for… oh, it’s too horrible to say aloud!!! <whispers> Backstreet Boys tickets.
They are in his firm’s box at the Arena and he WON!
<groans>
So, because he considers himself a “cool dad”, he’s dragging me along with him. To the… B-B-Backstreet Boys concert!
<sob>
Pity me, I’m going to be not only at a concert with screaming, crying twelve year old, I’m going with my FATHER, and missing meeting y’all!
I can’t believe this is happening to me.
<slinks off and curls up in a corner>
Well, I know that I’M still coming. Sorry, Deiket.
[sub]Hee hee, Backstreet Boys.[/sub]
Oh, Deiket, my goodness…
No way your dad’s mid life crisis could suddenly turn toward scalping the tix and meeting your “internet friends” could it?
We’ll miss you!
The current list of attendees is:
mrblue92
Medea’s Child
Jester
Guinastasia
Le Sang
SpinneZiege
to_be_announced
2sense
Possibly:
**Philbuck
Deiket:** Convince your father it is suddenly your goal in life to have sex with each of the “Boys” and that you are dying to get backstage. Plaster your room with posters and put little sticky notes all over them with names for each part of their bodies and how they make you feel. “Accidentally” leave explicit love notes and sexual fantasy stories on the kitchen table. Emphasize you hate their music, but that makes you love them just that much more.
If this has no effect, suddenly declare your love for N*Sync and denounce the Backstreet Boys as scum-sucking poodle-walkers. Announce your intention to kill them all by any means necessary. Stab large knifes into the posters. Practice your “plan” by constructing a mock dynamite vest, sneaking up to your parents, throwing open your coat, and yelling “BOOM! You’re SO dead, Backstreet Boys!” Make inquiries about high-powered rifles and sniper scopes.
In all likelihood, you will still miss the Dopefest due the therapy sessions, but at least you won’t have to attend the concert.
This is embarassing.
After my post about NOT being able to come, I saw my dad last night. (He took me out to dinner after play practice)
SPEAKING of play practice… (Shameless plug)
Next Friday and Saturday, (Feb 2nd and 3rd), 8:00 at the Ellis School. FREE!!! Good play!
Alright, I’m done.
Well, I was talking with my dad, and I said “You know, EVERYthing just HAD to be scheduled for the 9th! The concert, the Dopefest (I got a funny look for that…), the opening on Hannibal…”
And you know what? I found a loophole! Dad said that if these people decided not to come, which could definitly happen, then I CAN go and skip the concert.
YAY!!!
I think I’m going to call these people and… <mutters> Stupid! NEVER reveal your plans…
So, I’ll know tomorrow. I’ll post again.
Sorry about this post, by the way. I managed to get my hands on another tub of chocolate covered expresso beans and I’m wired. They’re the only things keeping me awake…
Ta for now!Hope to see you all soon!
Where’s the Ellis School and can I get there by bus?
I’ve heard some rumbling that we should just move it back to the 23… any other opinions? How would that fit with people’s schedules? Would more people be able to come?
Medea’s Child, Ellis is indeed accessible by bus, seeing as how it’s right on Fifth Avenue. It’s down towards the end of 5th, by Mellon Park and whatnot. A bit more easy to get to than my school, unfortunately.
I think we should try to keep it at the 9th for a little while longer. Both dates are good on my schedule, but I’ve already got the 9th marked down and whatnot, and there’s a chance Deiket can come. If anybody disagrees, feel free to smack me upside the head.
<smacks Jester upside the head>
I don’t disagree, I just felt like doing that… <grins>