Theios, You’re going with an assortment of girlfriends and you didn’t think to tell me?
I would love to go, and I’ll bring (the soon to be) Mrs. Feather along as well. I just have to convince her that dopers are really nice almost normal people. But I’m her only example. 
You found a normal doper?
ASSIMILATE!
MountianDope? If I knew where it was I might be up to going… I’m near Allentown, PA if that helps…
I’ve only met three dopers in my whole life and one of them is my S.O. 
Can’t wait to see y’all though!
I thought Ginger defined it well.
Honestly, we’re in Virginia just south of Harpers Ferry, WV. That’s the spot where the Potomac and Shenandoah rivers come together for those who went to school in LA.
Is going to school in LA something akin to schooling between SO and TI?
DOH! :eek:
And thus we’re back to my Staff Report on music!
AND I just finished watching The Sound of Music.
So how often do these parties take place? How many people usually attend? Do people really bring their kids?
And, um, if you don’t mind me asking: what are the age ranges of the attendees?
I’m still a newbie and thus, still trying to get the courage up to actually venture out and meet my fellow dopers…
Stacy
DEVA, I am showing up at this one with my three kids, aged 8, 5 and 3. I don’t know if that’s anything to go on, but that’s MY corner of the universe…
Hmm…
The most we’ve had is about 90 attendees. Not all are dopers, though. I like a good mix at the party.
Age has ranged from babe in arms (and one just barely in Utero…she gave birth two days later…dang) to mid 70s.
Dopefest parties in the Mid-Atlantic area happen every month or two.
The big parties I throw happen twice per year. Simple as that.
Well, sounds like a splendiferous shindig, and I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to make it out to the previous MountainDopes while I was a MAD.
Sir, I shall be thinking about you and your good fortune while serving my country over here. I shall drink a toast to you.
(What that means is, DAMN I’m jealous that I won’t get to see MP playing and meet all you fine folks. Oh well, duty calls. Right now it’s calling me to drink a beer.)
Well, now that I’ve actually braved a DopeFest and survived, I’m in! I will have JakeTheSnake (age 5) and my sister Woozle (age 25) with me. Do we have times and lists of stuff you need people to bring?
Oh, and I will have one seat left in my car, leaving from Capitol Hill, so if anyone in my part of the world needs a ride, let me know.
AL
I’ll set up the website for the party in a week or so.
Bring whatever you like, but don’t feel you have to. We have these suckers catered. I think it’ll be a couple of six-foot subs this year and some other finger-foods.
‘Woozle’?
tdc and I are going to be summering in Baltimore, so we have to rescind offers to drive any of our favorite PhilaDopers, I believe. Hopefully, we’ll still see y’all at the party! 
Here’s a possibly-easier way to define it, JC:
Okay, folks, picture where DC is. Now go about 60 miles west and … oh, 25 or so miles south. Roughly.
And if we bring my brother again (which may or may not happen; it’s not my call), I will brief him on certain matters.
Um, pun.
That’s pitifully wrong.
Folks, don’t listen to the boy. We’re about 60 miles NW of Washington DC. We’re nowhere south of it.
Silly wabbit.
snickers
Hey AnnaLucretia! I’ll take you up on that offer. I don’t live in Capitol Hill, but I can make it down there easily enough.
Looking forward to seeing everyone again!
“Woozle” is my gorgeous and impressionable sister Susan, who made us read her the story of Pooh Bear Captures a Woozle every damn night for about 17 years. Then she moved on to the Heffalump story, so she was Susan WoozleLump, and then got truncated to just Woozle.
She is perfectly capable of dismembering me and disposing of my corpse in some unlikely way for telling you this. I’m trusting you with my life.
Niedhart , if you can stand umpty-upm hours in the car with two talkative redheads and a confirmed monster, you’re welcome to that last seat. Shoot me an email closer to the date.
AL
Good God, awmighty.
Trade you, Neidhart.
Make sure there’s no cauliflower around, okay?