Yep, as far as I know we are still up for tomorrow. Me and Mrs. H are planning to show up at fivish, no doubt in time to see Czarcasm hit his stride in “One-Ball Reily” or some other entertaining filksong.
Bumbazine the Sweet Wife’s name is Julie, she hails from Sherman County originally, and her Ph.D. is in Systems Science/Psychology from Portland State. That means her training is in research rather than clinical psych. Her dissertaion dealt with the effects of social support on women with breast cancer. Our story can be seen about seven entries down inthis thread.
OK, Joel and I will be leaving in about 30 - 45 minutes to be there about 5:00ish (if we’re terribly much later, it’s because we’re lost. Be patient with us out-of-towners). See you soon
Just reached PSU after leaving the Mini-Dopefest where a good time (and truly wonderful scotch eggs) were had by all. Mrs H said her fish and chips were the best she’d ever had and they had not only Guiness on draft but Urquell Pilsner from Czechoslovakia. Highly recommend the Horse Brass pub.
Company was as exceptional as expected. Talked with Bumbazine and his lovely wife, and sat next to actual moderator **Czarcasm ** and survived. (He is, by the way, a true treasure trove of trivia, as you would suspect. He even suggested a few thread subjects that you may see in the near future.)
Didn’t get a chance much to talk with Shy Ghost or Gr8Katwho came with her husband, but will look forward to doing so in the future.
I nominate the scotch egg as the Official Munchie of the IMHO
I swear to ghod that beer that is over 13% alcohol should come with a warning label, and should never be served in pint glasses. Somebody e-mail me some ibuprofen, quick!
Man, I am such a wet blanket–I really should have been there, if only to save you from scotch eggs! You didn’t make Shy Ghost eat one, did you? Who will protect the innocent? I really have to rise to the occasion more often. I always regret ducking out afterwards. You did miss me, didn’t you–I mean, you all really, really wanted to meet me didn’t you? And you all talked about the fact that I wasn’t there, and how disappointed you all were?
I’m really going to try to keep my neurosis in check for the DopeFest in Seattle .
Yes, I meant the neurosis that keeps me form showing up, I’m sure my other neuroses will be more than welcome.
And Bumbazine, we could have it at my house, I love being the hostess at parties, by my clubhouse doesn’t allow alcohol, so we’d have to be witty sober.
No one had to make me eat one. I had one of my own free will, and liked it. The scotch egg was powerfully filling though…I wasn’t hungry anymore afterwards, otherwise I would have had another.
Don’t know where you had your bad scotch egg experience before, Kallessa, but maybe you should give them a second chance at the Horse Brass Pub. They apparently must do them right.
The company was great and the setting was excellent. I really liked that place.
I second Czarcasm’s nomination of the scotch egg as the official munchie.
Next time, we’ll have to get a round table. Sword optional, of course.
A good time, and several pints of good beer, was indeed had by all. Pity no one thought to bring a camera. The gentle reader will just have to imagine a table full of tall handsome men with wavey hair and bulging pectorals, and beautiful women with flowing tresses and bulging…ummm…bulges.
I feel bad that I didn’t talk more to Gr8Kat and Joel and to Hometownboy and the lovely Julie. We will do this again. And we do need a round table next time.
I’m sorry Screeme didn’t show, or maybe he did, took one look at us, and left.
We honestly did miss you Kallessa and all the other ‘stray dorkers’ who couldn’t make it.
Pssst…I was just joking about your place Kallessa, I don’t know for sure about the rest of these guys, but asking me to be witty and sober at the same time? [Jack Benny]Well![/Jack Benny]
Incidentally, I’m not going to make Seattle. My social director and I went over the calendar this morning and it seems we’re booked for the entire month of April.
I second or third or fourth the round table and the Scotch eggs (I loved the egg; I wonder if I’m ready to take on Welsh rabbit?)
I also regret not being able to visit more with everyone, but Mrs. Bumbazine was charming company
So, again, I second or third or fourth getting together again soon, but Joel requests that, besides the round table, we also have comfy seats or he may be forced to share TMI about the state of his bum again
Ok, one of my co-workers married a Briton here a while back, so Monday I asked her if her husband enjoyed Scotch eggs and/or if she’d eaten one herself. She hadn’t heard of them, but told me this morning that hubby does like them very much and can make them. However, he says back home they’re usually made with liver sausage.
I doubt that very much. But if you couldn’t tell, then what’s the harm? Here’s a link to a recipe for Scotch Eggs:
I’m not supposed to eat organ meats myself, I have gout, but I can tell you a couple of ways to cook liver that are quite good.
In fact I used to be quite fond of spaghetti with chicken liver sauce. :eek:
Inside of me there’s still that 6-year-old to whom it’s not the taste, it’s the knowing. Yes, it’s silly and irrational; that’s just one of my charms
But my co-worker told me that her husband is going to make a batch of Scotch eggs with regular pork sausage and he’ll save some for me. Aren’t I the lucky one?
