Aw, guys, I was just thinking, do you think I might have ruined my reputation as the reserved, shy, quiet mousy girl in the corner?
Billdo, you are the coolest. Spending time with you and Green Bean only reminded me how terribly un-fun my family is compared to yours! I got home and had to help my step-dad edit his resume…and I told myself again that I am moving to NYC in four days.
Vix - how come you are only in like three pictures? I guess they missed it when you stripped off the turtleneck and gave Jack Dean a lap dance.
Biggirl, Beerchick - if everyone does that (a.k.a. what we did) on the streets of New York, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing in Baltimore!
Okay, okay, I can’t get enough of this thread since this has been the most enjoyable weekend since I dropped out of college, but I promise I’ll stop posting now.
soulsling, you know that’s not true. I threatened to stab you with a butter knife at Chumley’s, and I chatted with you at The Village Idiot AND this morning at Billdo’s. So bite me.
Just to be the whiny snot I am, I have to say…I ache ALL OVER. Damn. I had no idea how out of shape I was. I did more walking this weekend than I have done in the last year, I think. Also, my right shoulder, back, arm, and the muscles therein (some of which I was not previously aware) hurt like HELL. I thought it might have been from sleeping on the floor, but on the train when I reached up to keep my balance on the way to the club car I realized it had been from holding on the a subway hook. Jesus.
The sacrifices I make for you people.
(here’s hoping that enough people reading this will now know my “tone” a bit better, and, you know, chuckle or something.)
I chuckled, Hama. (But you’re still a horny weenie.)
Nemo? If’n you wanna send those pics my way, I could put them up. (that offer is for everyone, btw…) And Nacho? Your rep as being quiet is officially SHOT. Trust me. (And you didn’t have a hangover? SO not fair…) And I’m with Hama…I totally noticed soulsling and his leather pants. Of course, that might have to do with him leaning halfway over the railing to shake my hand at Chumley’s…
And I’d like to say that no, I do NOT know where the Note Nazi is right now, or why he hasn’t posted yet. Thank you.
HEY, I wasn’t the horny weenie. NICE TRY. I got no play all weekend, so I don’t EVEN wanna hear it. Eh hem. Which definitely can’t be said for the horny weenie, darling.
First and foremost, I have to compliment—nay, laud—Billdo for his boundless generosity and hospitality. I’d be leery about inviting a couple dozen people into my apartment, even if I had enough chairs to pull that off. He is an excellent host; I thank him for providing a warm, inviting atmosphere that lets strangers mingle well and cheerfully.
The museum tour was a great idea. The Egyptian wing was cool. That temple in the big, empty room was particularly delightful. I noticed that others had carved their names into it, and had been doing so for the past couple of centuries. I would have followed suit if I’d remembered to bring a chisel. Well, now I know, and next time, you’ll see “Chance the Gardener 2001” pounded into some pharoh’s face.
Those of us who were made of sufficiently stern stuff walked back to Billdo’s through Central Park. Hamadryad started a snowball fight but denies it, even though she can throw snowballs pretty well. Overengineer escalated the conflict expertly and the ten of us kept firing snowballs at each other (and at the occasional passer-by) until a courtyard near the 72nd Street Boathouse where we all took up positions in a plaza as if we were in High Noon or something. Doc Holliday didn’t show up, and we all managed to walk away after the shooting was over, climbing Boot Hill back to Billdo’s.
You’ve seen the lively pictures of Chumley’s and of The Village Idiot, so you know that went well. I have to say that The Village Idiot is a pretty cool redneck bar (without redneck prices…) and with plenty of dance floor. It was there that I danced with and proposed marriage to Nachos4Sara but was initially spurned, since she had already gotten engaged to Suasponte. I got right back up, though, and decided we’d be married anyway. Polyandry seemed the obvious solution to me, but Nachos4Sara suggested that she marry Suasponte first, divorce him, and then marry me. One at a time—she’s such an old-fashioned girl!
I could expound on everything that I liked about the Dopefest and all the people I want to jabber about, but I’ve taken up enough pixels already. Needless to say, I’ll show up for New York Dopefest VII or whatever the next one is to be called. This was a great weekend. I’m glad to have met so many of you in the flesh!
I’ll add my voice to the chorus. It wouldn’t have worked 1/7 as well without Billdo. He was truly an inspiration for all future Dopefest-runner peoples. Plus his apartment’s got such a nice location (drool…) Plus he had good cheese. Opal, the MPG’s are excellent. I had forgotten the watergun fight and all the broken pinkie swears. The intro movie came out splendidly, didn’t it? On an unrelated topic, I sure am glad Nachos4Sara showed up and posted this morning. I was a little worried. Just a litle. Like when I was leaving and couldn’t find her in the bar. That’s all.
We should do a picnic when the weather gets warmer. Someplace where actual conversation is possible. Maybe in NJ (the Horror!).
OH, and if anyone has captions for THespos’s pictures, I’ll put 'em up. I’m not sure who all is everybody in them.
The long promised Jersey Dopefest will materialize sometime in late Febuary or early March. I expect it will be a quieter affair, smackfu. It’ll be too cold for a picnic, but we can still BBQ!
And what a man! I agree, delphica, that our end of the table was populated with good folks. I am still wildly envious of DAVEW0071’s name tag, 'cause he got his name in some sort of kung-fu font (all the nametags were supercool- thanks, Green Bean).
Biggirl, I don’t know if I’m more disturbed by that image of JDT-for-a-night with his fly undone right there in front of God and everybody, or my later recollection of him lolling half off his stool while the doper women were bar-dancing, with his jaw slack and his eyes bleary, and a dollar bill impaled on his nose like a propeller. There’s a metaphor lurking in there somewhere, about gin blossoms framed by leafy-green paper, but damned if I’m gonna put in the effort to construct it.
Opal - those movies are awesome. Thanks. Sorry I didn’t get the chance to sign your head. I was too busy chugging beers with lurkernomore and talking about the Microsoft conspiracy with RobotArm.
On another note, KHespos is getting all four wisdom teeth pulled today. Get well messages, “Sorry you look like a chipmunk” taunts and invitations to get with the program and sign up for the boards can be sent to kim@hespos.com
Even though I am really pretty shy I had a great time. Rosebud and Pattycake are cool and Suasponte and DaveW are both men. (who would have guessed dave?)
I left a bit early but Soulsling will testify that looking at one of the wait staff at the Village Idiot was physically painfull for me.
I have digital photos but I don’t have a web site.
Is there anyone who would care to host them?
After all of this I just have one question?
When do we do it again?
No problem on the watergun fight. Not to start a Second Amendment debate, but if you leave a loaded pistol where any five-year-old can get it, you have to expect those kind of results. Besides, who do you think dug up the second gun so that Little Nemo could defend himself.
With the way many of us were feeling Sunday morning, though, I didn’t think that the gunfight at the OK corral would suit our mood. (Though maybe if I had filled the guns up with coffee.)
It was fun having Nicky, and I’m really amazed that he did so well for so long in an apartment filled with that many adults (and one dog).
The interesting thing is, PattyCake owns a pair of leather pants. Had she worn them, perhaps she could have infiltrated the Village Idiot waitstaff, and procured “free” beer.
The Dopers we (me and PattyCake, I mean-- that’s not a royal we!) talked to most that evening were Zebra, Silo, Billdo, and Sua Sponte (yup, male). Also chatted briefly with delphica, Green Bean, and MannyL, sat next to soulsling, saw the pic of quietgirl, and heard andygirl profess her love for her Diet Coke while at the Idiot. Meant to talk to Alessan about Tigana, but didn’t-- maybe next time! We also introduced ourselves to a number of folks we’d have loved to talk to more.
I’ve actually managed to find myself in the background of a couple of pictures so far. Does that make me famous?
Sorry I’m a day late, my computer finally got back from the shop. Anyway the NYC DopeFest Tome of Knowledge is typed up, and I’ll post shortly. But first a few comments:
Nacho I didn’t start talking dirty. I had to be instigated with some drunken chick on my lap, brimming with horniness. . .
Lurker Vodka was good. You know you liked it. I was seeing double by the end of the night, and I thank God Falcon was able to keep me from falling onto the PATH tracks
Sorry, Rosebud, but I had to leave early. I was suffering from a minor case of TB, and I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, coughing my lungs out on my fellow Dopers. Besides, Manny’s tequila shots weren’t really helping my physical condition.
I really had a good time. You guys are great - you even managed to get a terminal wallflower such as me to talk, drink and even dance a little, at least until I remembered why I never dance.
(And you didn’t have a hangover? SO not fair…) And I’m with Hama…I totally noticed soulsling and his leather pants. Of course, that might have to do with him leaning halfway over the railing to shake my hand at Chumley’s…
If he emails me his address and the kind of pen, I will get him a new one post haste.