Re: Falcon walking by UncleBill:
You probably ignored him just like you ignored me when you walked by outside of UncleBeer’s room Saturday afternoon. Luckily, Dyno was there to recognize me, even though I had no freaking idea that he was Dyno and was wondering what the hell this guy I play D&D with regularly was doing in UncleBeer’s room!
As far as yelling people’s screen names out – why not? Somebody (Val?) yelled out “UncleBeer!!!” across the lobby of the hotel last year at Spiffled.
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*Originally posted by thinksnow *
As for peeps, I can neither confirm nor deny eating part of a peep that was…uh…dipped in Tequila. It does not mean what you think it does and that’s all I’m saying.
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I think anyone who was there knows exactly what it means.
Pics are up.
Further details and whatnot to follow.
First off, you freaks have gotten far too comfortable calling me “Val.” How many of you have to get punched in the neck before you remember it’s Valerie? Or V? Or VB? Hell, I’ve even learned to tolerate Veebs! Quit it with the Val, already!
Next, I was going to try and excuse my drunk dialing and all, but the only reason I could come up with was that I was drunk, and that’s obvious. So, sorry to those of you that I woke up, and the rest of you should thank your lucky stars that I couldn’t remember what rooms you were in. It was after 6 am and I was determined to find somebody to come drink more with me. My liver thanks those of you that I DID reach for saying no.
DavidB - I was, in fact, the one to scream “Uncle Beer!” across the lobby of the hotel last Spiffled. A- I have no sense of decorum, and 2- Uncle Beer is just THAT charming 
Plus, he tends to stay for an ENTIRE Dopefest ** cough cough**.
Ahem… so anyway. Yeah, I got kicked out of my hotel room. I still maintain that I was sitting quietly and reading the Bible while everyone else made too much noise for my downstairs neighbor’s tastes. I’m very reserved, you see. You could almost call me shy, if it weren’t for the fact that you’d be totally lying.
As far as the Happy Monkey pajamas go, I’m glad you all liked them. Of course, I only put them on 'cause I knew if I continued drinking at the same pace while wearing uncomfortable pants I’d throw up, and I couldn’t bear the though of puking at yet ANOTHER 'fest. It’s all part of my ‘I don’t throw up because I can’t handle the liquor; it’s just my damn pants’ theory. And, oddly enough, I just didn’t feel comfortable abandoning pants altogether with you people.
I just checked my suitcase, and there are NO bunny ears in it. I’m not going to claim that I NEVER had them, but I don’t now. Of course, I also don’t remember alternately cleaning and messing up the conference room, either. Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. I’m sorry if I lost them. I blame pants.
Way more stuff happened, but I’ve rambled enough for one post. The one thing I feel bad about is not getting to talk to everyone enough. I got all distracted by the booze and the people I already knew. Let’s just blame Flypsyde. He talks too much and I’m sooooo polite I just felt obligated to listen.
Valerie said:
That is odd. Being that this is the Straight Dope, and we like to make sure claims are proven, I think you should test your theory next Spiffled by coming pantsless. I’ll volunteer to write a Staff Report about it.
Well David, I appreciate the offer, but since you never stay for the entire party it’d hardly be a real test.
The illustrious tape recorder has been located and will be in my hands soon! I tried playing the ones in my possesion on an old answering machine. Didn’t work. Soon the slimy underbelly of the Spliffling will be exposed!
BWAAAAAHAAHAAAHAAAAA!
VB, if you had your pants off, I can think of ALL the guys (and one wimmin) who would have stayed for the ENTIRE party! 
THAT would be a fair test!
Who the hell had the recorder in the end?
And before it gets transcribed, I will just repeat my comment from before we went to dinner. “I can not be held responsible for anything I say this evening.”
Thank you.
ExTank! He rescued said device from the dangers of inibriation )I hear it was sidled up next to the spiced rum). And NO comments will be attributed to ANY Doper by me. These will all be generic statements, identified by Male/Female if the content warrants it. And I DO believe some comments will warrant it!
Valerie said:
If you come pantsless, I’ll make sure to stay long enough to make it a valid scientific experiment. Anything in the name of science, of course.
More pics. No captions yet.
Got a good view of yer thumb on some of those 
Thanks for posting them!
Hey! You can’t prove it’s my thumb. I left the camera on the table. It could be your thumb.
Bravo, I say! porcupine, you have captured the essence of the moment, drunken subjects with drunken camera-persons. Bunny ears galore, alcohol being swilled, and descriptive, yet taudry comments! Bravo!
I must reiterate my warnings, I am seriously contemplating getting the .wav systems to not only POST the recorded comments in text, but in VOICE so that the innocent may not be so innocent. But I will name no names!
I would simply like to reiterate that I was drinking 160 proof rum and that bunny ears are in no way a normal piece of apparel for me.
It was all to appease tig, really…I mean it. Oh, and it wasn’t me. That is really someone else. Thank you and carry one.
I can vouch for thinksnow. The only time I saw those incredibly fluffy pink bunny ears in any way attached to his person, they were stuffed down the back of his well fitting jeans.
[sub]Nevermind what you may see in the pics. I drank enough whisky to KNOW what I saw![/sub]
You know, I’m not sure if that helped or not, TM, but thanks for the jeans comment. I wish I could say the same for you, but IIRC, yours were somewhat loose, especially around the waist area…
<ts has a peeps flashback>
Uh…nevermind, they fit just right!
Why oh why was the wedding THAT Saturday?
I’ve heard all about the debauchery (thanks UncleBill!) and how peeps were molested but…
Next Spiffle I’m there and you ain’t seen nothing yet fellow Dopers
As long as someone brings the Stoli and a tape of Rumpshaker…
So, UncleBill, how 'bout some transcripts?
Soo…?