Well, I didn’t completely forget. I had my very first Jagermeister on the way home.
You’ve never had Jager before? Holy cow man! If I would have known that I would have bought a round. Jeeze. You gotta let a German know these things… Hope you enjoyed it. Now you got to go eat saurkraut and sausage and toss back some Jaegers with me and my VERY German boss!!!
Did you like the Jagermeister? The first (and only time) I’ve had it was when a friend bought me a Sex with an Alligator at a bar. To me, it taked like cough syrup. I’m such a disgrace to my German heritage. Obviously, I’m an alcoholic weinie. If it isn’t an amaretto sour, I’m probably not gonna like it.
To reiterate, I had fun. And I now understand why everyone speaks so highly of DopeFests. With conversations ranging from bong cozies to Bea Arthur erotica, how can one not have fun? I’ll remember to bring my camera to the next one.
Next time, I’ll also make sure to float about the table to make sure I get to talk to everyone. Dolores Claiborne, KAndre, robgruver, Zap_Rowsdower and jinwicked: I’ll definitely make sure I spend more time with y’all the next time. It’s great that I have people to match with the handles now, though.
Irishman, Mampotomus, Ringo, Road Rash, and TheFunkySpaceCowboy: I really enjoyed talking with y’all. I hope to see at the next HouDopeFest. And many thanks for making me feel welcome.
Sorry to have missed the party.
It seems that with increased financial advantage comes a decreased ability to think ahead. Half the idiot children of the wealthy in Beautiful Fort Bend County had prom last night, and it struck them at about noon that corsages and boutonnieres were necessary.
On top of that, it was the 29th wedding anniversary of the Ice Princess’ parents. Papa Ice calls for 29 hot pink roses ASAP (yeah, i’m gonna have 29 hot pink roses on prom weekend that AREN’T in corasges) but agrees to settle for red. I stop everything, put together the arrangement, and get it delivered. 30 minutes later, Ice Princess calls. She got into town early, and spent $200 on flowers for Mommy and Daddy, so they don’t NEED the ones Daddy ordered for Mommy. She wants her money back and come get the flowers. (I had agreed to bill Daddy for the flowers, rather than wait for him to find a credit card, as time was of the essence.) Takes 10 minutes to convince the #%&*% that we are NOT giving her money back, as we don’t HAVE any money from them.
We go to pick up the flowers and they’re sitting on the porch in the sun. I’m thinkin’ that this little person and her whole damn family need to learn that one Gold Metal does NOT entitle a person to a whole lifetime of being catered to. If Dad had just gotten Pizza Hut delivered, and Ice Princess had come home with Papa John’s, I suppose that she’d have called Pizza Hut to pick up…
Anyhow, that’s why I wasn’t there. By the time I got everything finished, I had enough time to get home and change clothes and get to the theater, where I dozed through a reportedly good production of Sisters Rosenzweig. Kind of a noisy show to nap through, but I managed.
Sorry we missed you thatDDperson. Even sorrier to hear that you got to deal with Ice Princess.
Do come to the next one if you can.
I got to glare at a termite inspector for not getting here 'till 3:15. It was of little comfort. I wanna see pics.
During my hour and a half stay at Joe’s Crab Shack I don’t think I saw a camera. I’m sorry, but there are no pictures of anyones naughtyness (but Irishman took notes, expect something from him soon).
Thanks, I fully intend to do so.
If that stupid flower shop has not sold in the next few months, however, I will be in jail for murder…
DD
During my several hour stay at Joe’s I don’t think I saw a single termite.
Jagermeister? Is that that the stuff with the gold in it? As I didn’t get in until the wee hours that night, I will post now in a clear and coherent manner…you guys made me glad I came (and I mean that in a non-Bea Arthur kind of way; at least in this context…changing the subject now)
I’m looking forward to posting more and the next little thing we do down here in Houston, Texas.
I had a blast! I wish I had circulated more—but I was trying to get over a small hangover from the day before.
Thanks to everyone for making my non-Doper friend Tom feel comfortable. He had a great time.
It’s always good to put faces to names, and it was lots of fun seeing old faces again.
KAndre—I loved the wild stories of your youth!
Ringo, we celebrated your birthday for you, too! We went to Shakespeare’s later and danced our butts off. That’s one of the reasons it has taken me so long to post…I was a complete vegetable yesterday.
OK—I’m gonna go start the hitchhiking thread now.
Okay, as typical, I was the first person to the dopefest and the last to post to the thread. 
Attendees in living color:
Irishman
Ringo
Mamapotomus
Siegfried
Road Rash
TheFunkySpaceCowboy
Zap_Rowsdower
KAndre
Dolores Claiborne
+1 (Tom)
jinwicked (she made it!)
robgruver
+1 (mrsrobgruver)
Okay, I didn’t actually take a lot of notes this time. Somebody says last time I said something that wasn’t supposed to be reported - what I get for posting two days later and forgetting what I said I wouldn’t post and then going by memory.
I did have a few points on the notepad.
When robgruver finally showed up, he had to remind us of who he is. “That guy - the anal sex guy!”
Apparently certain people think that the proper way to serve Dr. Pepper is as a hot beverage, like coffee. Stir the hell (I mean carbonation) out of it, then heat it in a coffee pot or microwave. Um, hot Dr. Pepper. [flat voice]Yummy.[/flat voice]
robgruver shared his cure for the flu - get completely drunk on scotch. He got sick once, and happened to go drinking scotch with buddies. Threw up everything he ever ate, but the next day was over the flu.
Mamapotomus said she was poking through a comic book convention and found a dealer who was selling Bondage Barney and Bondage Elmo. Think Elmo from Sesame Street with nipple piercing, ball gag, and leather straps. She wanted to get one, but a friend informed her it would be too evil for her to have around the house for the babypotomus to find.
At one point we talked about dating brush off lines, and Ringo said in high school he asked out a girl and she said, “I’m booked up till I’m married.” Sounds pretty harsh, but two weeks later she was married, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.
I didn’t mention the time I asked out a girl, she said “maybe”, and then when I finally got back to her, she actually said, “I forgot that I have a boyfriend.” I was so stunned I literally was speechless with my jaw hanging open. I sputtered a couple times before I finally muttered something about not knowing what I was supposed to say to that.
I did mention the time the girl didn’t tell me what was up, just avoided me. I only called her about 7 times and left a message before I got a clue.
There was discussion about mothers and bongs, and Mamapotomus said if her mom had one she’d have to knit a bong cozy, probably complete with some animal head on it. It was suggested Bob Marley, but Mamap’s mom wouldn’t know who that is.
Swirly things were popular with the group. Joe’s has a strawberry daquiry/margaurita swirl. Hey, icy drink on a rather warm day.
Someone brought up Bea Arthur, and jinwicked’s webpage on her. As I understand it, jinwicked has created a web page (that I cannot find on her site) showing Bea Arthur’s head on porn pictures. Isn’t that a scary thought?
Okay, I ran out of notes. I tried to get others to write things down, to no avail. I offered the pad to jinwicked and asked her to write something important, so she autographed it. Hmmmm.
It was fun, if a little warm and sticky. And not in a good way. I enjoyed meeting the new folks and catching up with the old. Those of you who didn’t show were missed.
The wonderful thing about jinwicked signing the pad was that I seized the pad and signed a Thomas Kinkade signature under hers. We playfully tried brining him up, but we all received The Look. The Look ranged somewhere between talking about funny hats and women with tattoos.
And, as I promised Mampotomus, I will be posting a report soon on hot Dr Pepper. I’ve got a bottle of the regular stuff sitting in the kitchen, and tomorrow morning I’m cooking that sucker up (assuming I don’t hurt myself doing it).
In the (hehe) end, I always end (hehe) up the anal sex guy. Well thats ok by me.
Sorry I didn’t get to talk to more of yous guys. Next time we need to do it in a place where we can drink good. Like the Ale House. Oooo… thats an idea. Lets go down to where the Ale House was (now some sort of Yuppie shopping meccha) and take a couple of bottles of booze and a huge cooler of beer. Set up shop in the Toiletry section of Bed Bath and Beyond and get to hootin and hollerin!
Or we could just find a bar.
Love you all,
Rob
rob, the former owner of the Ale House (sniff) has a new pub not far from where the Ale House stood (BTW, I am forever boycotting the businesses that now stand on that hallowed ground). It’s on Portsmouth, between Shepherd and Greenbriar and it’s called the Stag’s Head.
It’d be a good place for a 'fest.
I think that is a helluva idea. Jaeger shots for everyone!!!
Maybe the Big Easy (on Kirby near Sunset) sometime?
I’m not a huge fan of Stag’s Head. Don’t know why. (May be too clean-looking? I dunno.)
DD
thatDDperson, a formula that worked for a ‘fest of past years was dinner, drinks and conversation at the Baker Street Pub, where we could talk, and then we went to the Big Easy for some live blues (and then all the pervs headed over to that swingers’ club 
).
Sorry I missed y’all, but at leats I got a new (to me) Corvette out of the deal.
The Stag’s Head is only two blocks or so from my house. Strange you would say “too clean-looking”, I noticed that as well, but it’s dirtied up a bit since it’s opening and isn’t quite as shiny. Looking forward to the next one-
The Ale House is gone??? :eek:
Does not compute…
Daisy, daisy…