I never got an email letting me know where everyone would be 
[sub]Nobody loves Pezpunk. HMPH![/sub]
I never got an email letting me know where everyone would be
[sub]Nobody loves Pezpunk. HMPH![/sub]
Well, as mentioned before, there weren’t any Saturday plans until the last minute, so there was nothing to email.
EVERYONE loves pezpunk.
Only half of us went to the theme park, and we got back to the hotel at almost 10. We didn’t hang around City Walk at all. Three of us were going on almost no sleep, so everyone went to bed pretty early.
It was a tame Saturday night for a dopefest.
Oh dear. Look what I did.
That wasn’t Elessar, it was me.
You’re just sore because you’rw not on my crush list anymore arent you! 
Quick impressions of a very nice weekend. Any similarities to depth or true insight are coincidental and should not be taken internally.
geobabe is both geo and babe. (Hey, start with the easy ones, I always say.)
KatieKilldare is likewise a babe, and shall henceforth be edited in my mind to KatieKillbabe. Katie also has the supreme good taste to like Llyod Cole (and to know the real name of his band–damn her). So she shall henceforth be edited in my dementia to KatieKillDon’tGetWierdonMeBabe.
ellisar shall immediately change his screen name to lucky dog upon penalty of perjury.
With due respect to Geo, Katie, and Screech, the most bodacious babe in attendance was Baby Ryan – I shall hear no arguments to the contrary. No, really, I can’t hear you . La la la la la la la
Unclebill has unfortunately lost the rights to the name geostud do to a distinctly unstudly rollercoaster reaction shot. The French judge rejects all intimations that her vote was cast inappropriately, and besides people were looking at her crossly. On the other hand, uncleBill sat as far from em as possible during dinner and at the other table for drinks afterward. This display of unsightly good sense makes him the front-runner for the “I’m to sensible for my crowd” award. Leaving an amusement park before puking only lends further support for this bizarre personality trait. I forgive him, though, because I watched a trailer for The Incredible Hulk directed by Ang Lee, and I am suddenly enthused about all people green. If I can find the appropriate Star Trek rerun, I shall approach nirvana.
screech owl is not very screechy nor very owl. She does know more than any adult should about theme parks and amusement rides. That just has to be a good sign. She also has a stuffed Cthulu in her car, which I both covet and am afraid of. then again, she works for lawyers which perhaps explains everything.
elmwood is a very nice guy. He didn’t deserve to be stranded alone on a Saturday night, but he was simply a victim of circumstances (and Pat, of course – more on that later). I turn out to have been a really bad choice as “central contact” for Saturday’s events, since I was off doing family stuff all day and never saw anybody else until I was about to crash for the night. Nothing personal, just plain old exhaustion.
Pat. What can I say, Pat is simply cool. We all know this, yet it bears repeating. Not only is Pat the only reason I was able to connect with the rest of the gang ("Party for Cecil Adams? I dunno. Maybe they’re back with the other lower primates!), not only is Pat the catalyst who inspired the whole bloody get-together in the first place, not only is Pat an anagram for “apt” and “tap” and “pta” (Usage: It is apt to tap Pat but not to pat the pta.), not only does he switch smoothly from umbrella drinks to honest whiskey when the occassion demands, but he also functions admirable as a scapegoat. For instance:[ul][li]It’s Pat’s fault that I stayed up all night drinking Friday and got no rest before going to Seaworld.[/li][li]It’s Pat’s fault that Katie’s minibar resembled Egypt after the 7 plagues by about 6 AM Saturday.[/li][li]It’s Pat’s fault that UncleBill turned green and queasy despite not being party to the minibar swarm.[/li][li]It’s Pat’s fault that I ate 3.5 of the worst sausages ever to grace a room service platter, since he demonstrated that the only alternative was to eat 3 of the most undercooked slices of bacon ever to slide over and fall down on a plate.[/li][li]It’s Pat’s fault that nobody had the energy or willpower left to do anything on Saturday night. I’m old, but he’s young enough to know better.[/li][li]It’s Pat’s fault that I stayed up and sweated through and thus never experienced a hangover. Now I have no reason not to drink all night again at the earliest opportunity.[/li][li]It’s Pat’s fault that I’m still thinking abou the weekend instead of doing my work this afternoon. [/ul][/li]
Thanks Pat.
And thanks to everyone else. I had a blast. (Or I got blasted. Or both. Anyway, I have a big smile on my face just thinking about it.)
Was I on it before? That must be the Super Secret Crush List you are referring to. Because I distinctly recall NOT seeing my name on it.
yourself.
Guess you will never know now! I almost get physically sick when I think of the things I have done for you and the horrible way you treat me! The Geobabe shrine comes down TONIGHT and don’t even think for a second that I will be masturbating to your pictures anymore! Okay… maybe once more but it wont be for long!
See now, it’s not nearly as much fun to worship me if I don’t know about it. Seriously.
Well, not to intrude upon anybody’s cyber-worship, but where are the pictures!?
ahem
sorry.
It’s not my fault you never check MPSIMS. It is, however, my fault that I did not send you a link.
love,
katiekilldon’tgetweirdonmebabe