Seas swelled. Mountains crumbled. Extraterrestrial life was contacted. And still Falcon remained in DC.
The Hampton Roads Regulars met at the 2nd Street Tavern last night to welcome Falcon into our intrepid band of Dopers – even if she was a no-show.
Falcon was laid up with the flu, dosing on Codeine and frantically sending e-mails alerting potential dinner companions to her planned absence at the gathering.
Sallying forth with chins held high, ignoring the audacious rebuke rained down upon their countenances from the nation’s capital; three posters, a lurker and a couple of SOs traveled north to Hampton, Va., in a misbegotten attempt to cut Falcon’s travel time. Much to the chagrin of Falcon, a good time was had by all.
Sorry Falcon. Given my snotty attitude on the board yesterday, I was unanimously chosen to heap scorn upon you for becoming ill and bedridden – that and not sharing the Codeine
But now that we got that nasty business out of the way, here’s the lowdown…
Muster report: Myself and Girlbysea; Atreal and his fiancée Sweetheart (until she changes her username); and RenaissanceMan and his wife (she has no username so she will henceforth be called Mrs. Ren-man!).
Though we’d planned on meeting at 7 p.m., GBS and I headed out from the beach early ‘cause of bridge and tunnel delays and found ourselves sitting at the bar at quarter to six! An O’Doul’s, V-8 and a munchy platter (consumed by me) later, Mr. and Mrs. Ren-man arrived, noticed us at the bar, and joined us. They planned for traffic too! (Falcon’s guilt reaches astronomic proportions!)
After quick reintroduction, we adjourned to a table for six in the back of the joint, oblivious to the fact that we were making it difficult for Atreal and SH to find us.
Atreal told us as much upon his arrival.
All present and accounted for we sat down to a lovely meal and a two-hour discussion about nearly everything under the sun.
Following dinner, we adjourned to the bar where the conversation continued and I even serenaded everyone with a rousing rendition of “Be A Pepper”, the late ‘70s Dr. Pepper jingle. I was flooded with potential recording contracts.
A realization that it was now 10 p.m. prompted us to beat a hasty retreat for our respective homes, as I have duty today.
My personal highlight: Ren-man brought us a sample of his latest batch of home brew! Over his insistence that it hadn’t matured yet, Atreal’s admission that he would never wait for a month for beer when there was a 7-11 on the corner, we partook. It was really good. A health orange color, lightly carbonated and heavily flavored with hops, you knew you were drinking a beer – not the crap Miller throws in cans!
Dopers mentioned: Falcon, Opal, McCheesy, the troika of Coldfire, BluePony and VestalBlue, Bj0rn, kells-bells, Satan, DrainBead, Byz, SanibelMan, GuanoLad, SqrlCuband many, many other.
Things discussed: New flames, new smilies, poster relationships, other meetings, pepper tasting dinners, brewers clubs, Rome, Austria, German beers, weddings, (belated) honeymoons, mothers, fave restaurants, Italian and Puerto Rican cuisine, eating dog, drying pot, pot growers getting busted, killer shots, Brady Bunch, Gilligan’s Island, other sitcoms, the spectrum, primary colors, forlorn January X-mas lights, favorite recipes, how all us guys are better cooks than our wimmen-folk, stuff wimmen-folk do better than us guys, favorite threads, LBMB, different kinds of posters in different for a, poster personalities changing, my upcoming deployment, and much, much more!
Now I actually have to work today, so I will bid you a fond adieu.
Damn Chiefy, sounds like you guys had a blast, what tasty treats did you have for dinner? If I were you I’d be calling Falco out for a dinner on her, but maybe you’re more understanding than I. I’m jealous that I didn’t get a sample of that homebrew. 
:rolleyes: :eek:
Here’s to writing this just to get in a couple of smileys.