Green Mountain Dope Fest: Round One was a success. With the exception that we had a few no-shows. You know who you are.
The meeting started with the usual confusion of trying to gather together a group of an unknown number of people in a crowded restaurant who don’t know what each other look like or what anyone else’s actual name is. Wonko helped here by convincing the waitress at the door that he was actually, despite appearances, a crowd of several people and making a reservation. I found Wonko by the expedient of looking for anyone who looked as confused as I did. We had both had the same plan on meeting people; we figured we’d wait for andygirl and Swiddles to show up and recognize them. When this didn’t work out, we entered Papa Frank’s and were met by Eonwe. The three of us were given a table for eight but we moved around alot to make it look like there was more of us. When andygirl arrived, she just had to ask where the strangest group in the restaurant was and was sent to us.
The usual topics were discussed; kite flying, location filmmaking, feline financial planning, carnivorous plants, food grade urea, and chocolate chip cookies. Over coffee, we invented a method for building cheap fusion generators and solved the Social Security crisis, but unfortunately no one had a pen to write anything down. Maybe next time.
Anyway, plans are on for tomorrow. Some people will be meeting in Battery Park between noon and one (look for a man attached to a string); if you miss this, we’ll also be meeting in front of the Culinary Institute on Church Street around 5:00 PM before heading for Halvorson’s. Wear a rubber clown nose so we’ll recognize you. Then take the silly thing off so we’ll talk to you.