Hey. HEY! Did you forget Melissa, who bought me drinks all night and asked for my phone number as we were leaving?
I was having plenty of luck picking up women.
Not only that, but withaK posed for me in my sports bra this morning. I’ve got the best of both worlds here.
He gave me permission to tell you that. He’s pretty proud of himself.
Congratulations, Wikkit and sperfur! Very, very cool!
Sperfur, I guess that means no more cabana boys, ay? 
Ack! withaK and Wikkit, sorry for mixing up your user names! I guess I was all verklempt over the whole cabana boys thing. :smack:
If I recall correctly, he was doing a good job of dancing with random guys, sometimes without knowing about it. I’m sayin’ you could both pick someone up, if that was your thing…
And if he hadn’t given you permission, you wouldn’t have posted it? Riiight.
I have to claim at least partial credit. If I had been a more verbal navigator, Erik may have taken the correct turn in Des Moines and his car may not have overheated and gone all explodey. Plus, I drove him to the first fest you met him at. I should get to name a kid or a cat or something. A goldfish, maybe?
Can I mail stuff to your street address, or can you e-mail me a mailing address? I should be able to scrape up some sort of a gift in the next eleven months, starving student or not.
Goll durnit, why in the hell does everybody keep naming their pets after me? First Scylla’s horse, now your cat… it’s out of control!
Anyways, congratulations, you two. You look lovely in your wedding pics.
I’ll be joining the ranks of the no-longer-celibate myself later this month, together with a rather cute poster known as Heloise. 
Awww, Coldie, I didn’t know you didn’t know my cat shared your first name. The first time I told you was in this post. I was afraid I’d offended you because you never replied.
I guess I wasn’t that afraid I’d offended you, or I wouldn’t have made this sign for the dopefest… 