You wake up two days in a ROW with bruises of indeterminate origin on your back and inner thighs.
What fun we had, dopers! There was much cleavage and back massages, there was karaoke and brie and people falling down and beer and clove cigarettes and waitresses with floggers and general madness the likes of which will not be seen again…
well, this weekend anyway.
jarbaby
I just posted to the other thread, so all I will say here is: mwah! I kiss you!
i’m all shivery with delight!
Yep, this was a good one by all accounts! Drinking, dancing, massages, lotsa cleavage, good funny people to talk to, Karaoke!, it was all good!
Thanks to BunnyGirl and Shadowfox for bringing food over this morning so I could cook up some dill, green onion and feta omelets. I hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed all of your company.
I would also like to bring to the attention of fenrir if he is reading this…Dude, you owe us big time:)
…you can’t remember that much of it clearly but still know you had a great time?
Hmm…highlights…
3/4s of a liter of beer in 10 seconds…almost.
Cleavage
The neverending quest to find the piercing/tattoo parlor (oh, it’s on WEST Belmont?)
Cleavage
A soundtrack. Next time, I think we go for product tie-ins at McDonalds.
Cleavage.
The very special Kid K butt-plug.
Cleavage.
The wrath-of-god rainstorm and resultant flooding. Of course, it stopped as soon as we reached our destination.
Still more cleavage.
Being totally unable to parallel park. Goddamn suburban boy.
And I haven’t even begun to catalog all the incidences of cleavage.
Random groping. Non-random groping. 99 Red Balloons, a burning Ring of Fire, Mony Mony, Nothing Compares 2 U, and I’m sure I’m missing some.
[cartman voice]I love you guys[/cartman voice]
Cleavage?!!!???!! :eek:
Speaking of which, when do we get to see the pictures?
I’m alive, barely. Apologies to all for for not saying goodbye to everyone Saturday night - my mood crashed about 1/2 hour after we got to the karaoke place and my stomach started churning shortly thereafter.
I’ll transcribe the notes I have in my notebook a bit later.
Thank you for jogging my memory, Dyno. I was trying all day to remember what we named after Kid K.
I think he’d be proud to sponsor a line of butt plugs.
jarbaby
You didn’t mention the porn at MikeG’s place. Or, is that the cleavage Dyno is talking about?
is particularly excited about moving to Chicago, although that excitement is mixed with some trepidation 
Not to worry! We don’t bite.
Unless you want us to.
But, let’s be honest, who wouldn’t?
And, on a slightly off-topic note, he’s supposedly throwing without pain…apparently climbing out of your cleavage wasn’t as difficult for voodoo-Kerry’s shoulder as we thought.
Another point to add to how to tell if you’ve been at a great Chidope:
The bar tab breaks $400 on consecutive evenings.
Hey! I had that problem, too! Except a little lower. 
…some of Chicago’s finest, stop and ask where your tail is (because you are standing on the corner of Elston and Addison with Mags,Vix and boli wearing BunnyGirl’s bunny ears. And when you tell the nice policemen you’ll tell them where your tail is if they drive you to the bar, allow you to pat them on the head and they still don’t arrest you…
Jarbabyj telling me that she married her husband as opposed to the rest of us, who just marry our boyfriends…‘my husband, the one I’m married to…’
Finding out that Joey Hemlock stole your hair elastic for a lovely Samuri 'do
realizing that now you’re going to have to fight Geobabe for BunnyGirl
that when every other patron at Chief O’Neils is giving you dirty looks, its a sign of a good 'fest
I loved meeting all of you…(especially you bunny ;))
hope to see everyone for Halloween (if finances allow)
“SMAK SMAK SMAK” Huge wet kisses to all of you!! (no tongue!)
I can’t believe I almost forgot the Thursday potato pancakes on Friday night! WhooooHOOOOOOOOOOO
Let me all tell you one thing…Thinksnow has some of the best blackmail pictures ever taken of some of you.
Man, I got some seriously hairy eyeballs for that one. :eek:
Ooh, can we do that puddin’ rasslin’ we were talking about? Cuz I’m all down wit dat.
And if there ain’t gonna be tongue, don’t even bother!
sure we can do the puddin’ hon. But, there’s no tongue
because mine was ripped out by a savage chipmunk named Alvin.