Okay, spill it. I’m not chipping in for a toaster without details. Automatic default goes to me and Morph for planning on meeting in the near future if you guys don’t come clean.
TALK! 
Toasters only go to people who successfully enlist a member of the SAME gender. I know both Porcupine and MikeG and am fairly sure they are of DIFFERENT genders.
Well, damn, dropzone! What is the prize then? I’m willing to buy them both a drink at the very least.
There is no official prize for them, except taking pleasure in how Handy has to eat his words and quit posting for the next twelve hours.
Woo-Hoo! Who yo’ daddy NOW, Handy?
::looks off into distance, ignoring question::
Come now, porcupine! You must! You posted in the dating thread, you went on a date, you have to tell for dropzone to make handy his bitch!
Yes, please. I believe that the silence caused by a lack of posts by handy would be music to all of our ears, even those of use who didn’t participate in the dating thread.
Besides, dropzone could use an SDMB bitch. 
Well, it started out by Mike getting the traditional crotch-sniffing greeting from my dog Gizmo. Is that enough detail? After that it was all downhill. 
Well, not really. We went to a local Mexican joint, had some chile con queso, I had chicken mole, Mike had some spicy pork thingy, we sat and BSed for about 3 hours, then went to the nearest (crappy) bar and sat and BSed some more. Mike got carded, BTW. I didn’t. I had tequila, Mike had a bad Guiness in a cracked glass which he then exchanged for something else.
Enough? If not, hassle Mike for more. 
Puerco de Guisado con Chile Arbol to be precise, it was quite good but her chicken was better!
Crappy does not begin to describe the bar: imagine Sluggers, or The Cubby Bear (for you Chicagoans) except with no ball park around, bigger hair, Journey played at eardrum piercing levels, guys who all look just a little bit too desperate, and worst of all,
a unspeakable disrespect for that finest of elixers: Guinness!
…and they had no champagne!!!
it was kinda fun in a sorta quizzical, “there are still places like this?!?” way.
Other than that we had a good time talking and making fun of the other people.
and I got carded hehehehe;)
obligatory Homerish sexual innuendo:
mmmmmm… spicy pork thingy:p
Does this mean I’m not getting my DQ free pass?
“Journey played at eardrum piercing levels”? Promise you’re not gonna take me here, okay Nymmy?
Oh, she won’t. Nym lives in the city. I live in the shitty suburbs. There are some ok bars here in the NW burbs, but not within 5 minutes of the realllllly good Mexican joint. And I did warn Mike that the bar was really crappy before we went. Next time it’s a trip to the liquor store instead.
Still, the bar was amusing in a surrealistic way.
Morph, I promise, I’ll even ask Porcupine and MikeG where this place is so that we might avoid it. No Journey for us!
Joph, the DQ pass is yours. I’m a woman of my word.