Let me be the first to say I don't really know where we should meet.
Yay! Lee will probably want to take a cab after we've been out and about all day, if that changes the equation any.
Y'all should get black & white cookies & beer and watch a movie at the brooklyn heights cinema.
Let me be the first to recommend Nathan William's place in Boston.
What about here? I've never been, so I'm not vouching for it, but it is beloved on yelp and has (a small selection of) cheap food and long tables where unfoggedteers could sit. I'm sure it will get very loud and crowded on a Friday night, but so would everything. The F would return to Brooklyn Heights in a couple stops.
I hate picking bars, so I'm all for it -- if no one else has a better idea, done.
Yeah, sorry it has to be a weekend night. The real reason for the trip is that Thursday is Lee's birthday and so we're going to see the Knicks-Lakers game because even though she's not really into NBA stuff she thinks it will be a suitably epic celebration. Then we fly home Saturday at noon or so because I didn't want the girls to have to spend more than two nights at the next-door neighbors' house.
My only complaint about 5 is that I can't tell from reading about it whether they serve non-beer drinks. I don't drink beer, but I could just not drink that night. Lee would be very happy with it, certainly.
I just called, and they don't. Back to the drawing board.
It's more on the fancy cocktails side, and I haven't been there in donkey's years, but the dear old Temple Bar is near the F, and still seems to be open. It might be crowded on a Friday night, but it also might be out-of-style enough not to be.
Seriously, I think Clinton was president the last time I've been.
11: Definitely true in my case.
To the extent its being Friday night requires something unhip and a bit off the beaten path, we could return to Whiskey Tavern in Chinatown.
Liveblog it! Commenters to be out hammered in detail.
I admit that I mostly think of the Temple Bar as an excuse to start singing the Whiffenpoof Song.
I was thinking of Whiskey Tavern, and then saw this from a review on Yelp:
This place is intense. It can get pretty packed on weekends. So much so, that it could take more than 5 minutes just to reach the bathroom.
It is a thorny meet-up, after all.
What about Old Town? Site of the very first NY Unfogged meetup ever, back before we even knew how much we wanted to sex Mutombo, and I've been fond of it since I was fifteen and thought ordering martinis would make me look twenty-one.
Old Town is very fondness-worthy.
Tin ceiling, a staircase crooked enough that you'll think you've had two more drinks than you've actually had -- I'm talking myself into Old Town. Any objections?
Regrettably, it's looking like I will both be out of town and under a serious deadline that weekend.
Doh!--so close; I'll be in town a few days after that, before heading to Boston. Guess I will have to wait till we're roomies at UnfoggeDecadeCon to meet Thorn.
Boo to 22 and 23, but I am seriously excited about 23.last!
Last time I went to Old Town, I woke up naked in the hallway in front of a room at the Howard Johnson's on 8th Avenue. This was a while ago.
She's now wishing she hadn't locked him out of the room.
Bumping because we travel tomorrow and I'm excited. Our last trip together was 2.5 years ago when we visited Colton and went to an Austin meetup!
What time will be best for others? We're pretty flexible, I think.
Between six thirty and seven is conventional, or at least it's when I can usually get places. And Old Town may be a zoo given that it's a Friday night - I would suggest that the first person to get there grab a table upstairs, which is usually much less crowded.
Just wanted to note that Halford's NBA team of choice does not seem to be doing well tonight, yet again. Sorry, dude. I'm looking forward to tomorrow night's activities much more than tonight's. Lee wants to go out somewhere after the game and I'd prefer not. I just want to stretch my back and sleep.
Last time the Knicks beat the Lakers I ended up naked in the hallway of a Howard Johnson's.
Can someone else bump this post up? I forgot at home, and can't get into the back of the site from work.
You flatter me. I added specifics and words of encouragement.
I just want to tell you both good luck. We're all counting on you.
trapnel,
When are you coming to Boston?
Haven't gotten my bus ticket from NYC yet, but probably Weds or Thursday, 19/20th. Flying back the 26th.
(Depends on how much I feel I'm imposing on my NYC host, and how much I fear Quality Time with the Family.)
I am going to ask either LB or Thorn for help reading a lace chart. It could be a pretty wild meetup. We could all be finding our wild side is what I'm saying.
I'll be having knitting drama as well. I'm closing in on the end of a hat just as I'm closing in on the end of the ball of wool. If I have to start a new ball for three rows at the end, I'll be cranky and may drink to excess.
I recommend LB's drinking to excess because it's hilarious.
I'm totally in for drinking to excess and knitting. Ripped out what my first lace repeat at Laguardia last night.
I'm also sorry that I'm going to have to miss this one. I'm now out of town and trying to write this damn thing I've got to have in by next week.
BTW, is x.trapnel going to be there too?
46: Hrmphf. Not that I haven't been told the same before.
48: no, I'm not arriving in NYC till Monday, and I'm only in town a few days before I go to Boston.
Help. There's a private party upstairs and this is packed.
Lee is about to grab the first booth. The next one is holding eight cozily, so maybe that will work for now even if we can't hear much.
I should get there in about an hour
Yes, keep blogging ! I am at home drinking Leffe, it's 12.38 for me, and some reportage will make me feel social.
Desparately searching a more quiet, less crowded bar. Advice?
Flatiron Lounge is flat-out not answering the phone.
Maybe they're answering but you can't hear them.
Yay, emir! Some of us are talking yarn.
Now I am on yoga mat in front of the fireplace listening to Christmas carols. (Yes, my apartment has an open fireplace. Also sixth floor view in a part of Dublin where that is unusually high.)
We are now at a completely silly Irish-esque bar called Copper Door. All pretence to being cool is completely over.
62: Winning! Pretense to being cool is the least cool thing of all.
Our waitron is disappointed in us.
Your meat tenderizers aren't up to measure?
because they're not liveblogging enough, of course.
Wait maybe now she likes us. She did a shot with...one of us. (sanctity of off-blog libation)
We're on 4th drinks per head, so we're already up on the East Bay meet-up here.
Darn. I should have driven up! I am just home drinking wine. Unlike emir, I have not started a fire, even though I have a fireplace. So emir is way ahead of me!
emir:
My niece is in college in Dublin. Just started in the fall.
So of course we are all perfectly prepared [for anything that might eventuate].
I am at home drinking herbal tea. I have started eight (very small) fires.
I will be unable to start fires in my home tonight as I an going to a holiday party in the east bay where I will ogle classicists and, I don't doubt, have more than four drinks.
I have already been compelled to drink tequila at work so things could go poorly for me tonight.
75:"8 Small Fires in Park Not Threat to Visitors".
But what I want to know is how many visitirs that might be.
77: have a good time, but don't drink to excess just to prove something to JM.
81: Apparently a stoned Jewish arsonist who is not threatening visitors to the park.
78: that hardly seems like an acceptable workplace practice.
83: Shouldn't you take that communication off blog?
87: Quit trying to pick on neb. It's not working.
This thread suddenly got all confusing.
I'm also noticing a conspicuous absence of the meetupers.
Why is neb using electricity tonight!>?!!?
Don't worry it will make perfect sense to drunk people in tacky bars reading it on their smartphones.
It only appears to have gotten confusing suddenly. In fact it's present confusingness is the result of a great deal of long-term behind-the-scenes labor.
I am proceeding under the assumption that neb is not being sockpuppetted.
Damn, I'm so wishing I was there. More Liveblogging please!
Off to swim liveblog play LotR Risk!
I'm not finding an entry on Urban Dictionary.
107: I was thinking Standpipe's but I don't have the url.
Wait wait wait. "Came" in what sense?
Or maybe that should have gone to Standpipe's as well.
"came" jokes are deprecated as too obvious.
Don't you have some classicists to ogle?
What happened to the knitting? Or does that go out the window once the fur comes into the picture?
But people are drinking, nebster!
I think we can assume that the continued lack of liveblogging indicates that the lesbian knitting orgy has begun.
The tone should match the audience.
Knit one, purl two, fur three. Come four the lesbian knitting orgy and stay for the swimming posts.
It's like that one time that I didn't go to see the Butthole Surfers when they played at Danceteria and they had that infamous sex show.
120: Tell everyone else there that they suck, JM.
I am certain I remember someone telling me the knitting wool in...book we read in high school, maybe Ethan Frome, was a stand-in for Something Else.
I just left so this is dead-blogging.
Goodness. Sounds like things sure got exciting. I think our Oakland meet up has been thoroughly eclipsed.
Good luck and play safe, neb.
I have split for the night; Lee is charming, everyone else is the usual gang of idiots.
I still don't know how my hat is going to turn out.
Surely [everyone in attendance] was also charming?
Very pretty -- I didn't get a chance to talk to her.
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I finished re-seating a chair! This is slightly like knitting, right?
Fiber rush, normal square pattern, and not only does it not have holes in it any more it doesn't even squeak when I sit on it. Five more of those to go, and then I can learn caning.
The Caning Shop in West Berkeley has open working hours most Fridays/Saturdays; bring a chair, buy the material, the owner will swing by every so often and advise.
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Whee liveblogging!
I was invited to drink a lot with a friend who just finished a thesis defense but I'm just marginally over the godawful illness that kept me in bed for most of the week so I'm back in my hotel room pondering whether 9 PM is too early to sleep.
46 I recommend LB's drinking to excess because it's hilarious.
Has the effect of excess drink on LB been discussed in the archives somewhere?
129.2: It isn't.
130: Sanctity forbids.
Nobody actually asked me knitting questions, which makes me think I should have worn a more impressive sweater. Gin and chocolate on deck.
Did LB not ask you for your prediction re: how her hat is going to turn out?
Did LB not ask you for your prediction re: how her hat is going to turn out?
Oh for fuck's sake. I give up, going to bed and reading 'Infinite Jest' or 'Order by Accident' or that Brand/om article until I fall asleep.
132: I totally asked you knitting questions! About whether cardigans are harder than sweaters, for instance. You didn't say they had to be interesting questions.
I think I also misidentified my three favorite musicals to [someone at the bar] The Smearcase Gazette regrets the error.
The Smearcase Gazette regrets the error.
If somebody writes that, it stands very strong odds of being one of my three favorite musicals.
Speaking of too much singing, the noise from the neighboring hotel room is really confusing. Is there some kind of TV show centering around bad karaoke?
Now I'm hearing "Don't Stop Believin'" -- it's kind of like the summer at the end of grad school when I lived upstairs from a bar for a couple months.
Maybe it's just some people doing karaoke.
No, it's a TV. But the resident of the room just decided to sing along.
Those must be some hella thin walls.
146: Yeah, I guess people have been listening to me cough all week.
Some of the songs are repeating or skipping around in weird ways. Maybe it's someone playing RockBand or something like that?
You're looking at a tableau of reality, things of substance, of physical material: a hotel room, a window, a light. These things exist and have dimension. Now this is essear, age withheld upon request, who also is real. He has flesh and blood, muscle and mind. But in just a moment we will see how thin a line separates that which we assume to be real with that manufactured inside of a mind. Essear will find his most formidable challenge in a cheap hotel room that is in reality the outskirts of the Twilight Zone.
Teraz helped us get home safely, which we did. It will be morning foo soon smearcase isnright, of course, that I talked about general knitting, but not that he offered his problematic lace chart!
133: She did not, though the alpaca is scrunchy and cozy.
The party was fun. Comely and most delectable classicists were everywhere to be discerned. I drank only moderately.
Sigh. Should have bought tickets. Ah well.
Whenever anyone in charge wakes up, [edits will be necessary to protect the sanctity of off-blog something or other. Anyone puzzled by them, trust me, it's nothing all that exciting. LB].
[Also, my hat turned out fine, with just barely enough yarn to finish. LB]
I think the thread is sufficiently cleansed, but someone with an interest should pipe up if not.
Apparently I should have read the liveblogging contemporaneously, after having called for it. Oh well. To the backchannel, Backman!
No, X., you did right. Mountain Goats live shows just aren't very good anymore, no matter what Josh says.
But I still fantasize about starting a relationship by locking eyes with a woman as we sing along to "No Children"! Ah well.
Remember boys and girls:
Never lie on the ground.
Don't touch dead things.
Always check with neb before going outside to do something.
I don't even think "No Children" is that great a song.
Luckily for us both, you weren't a part of my "No Children" meet-cute fantasy, so your egregiously mistaken views about the song's quality are irrelevant.
Just chiming in late to affirm that I am still looking forward to yarn bombing the Unfoggedecacon sex grotto with Thorn and x.trapnel!
Hooray! Lee and I had a wonderful time and the girls are glad to have us back.
Nia just wrote Lee a birthday card all by herself that says "HPe Brda to you and (I lue you)" and I'm not really sure how she came up with my parenthesis overuse without ever having seen what I write.
Nia just wrote Lee a birthday card all by herself that says "HPe Brda to you and (I lue you)"
That's adorable.
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Not only does Krugman today extensively quote Brad DeLong* but he then goes on to quote Cosma Shalizi from the comments--with a couple of redactions labelled "[stuff I can't put in the Grey Lady]" and "[more stuff]." But the best part is that Cosma's comment (which needles DeLong a bit, as well as "Uncle Paul") was posted under the name "Opinionated Cosma Shalizi" (but not all caps).
*Not that noteworthy although I like that the DeLong post title was "ECONOMISTS ON THE INEFFECTIVENESS OF FISCAL POLICY; SH@T IS ALL F@#^ UP AND BULLSH@T** WEBLOGGING".
**The repetition of that key phrase in Cosma's comment leading to the redactions.
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My takeaway is that Paul Krugman has not learned that he should never read the comments.
Some day, long from now, our children will ask why comments sections were a thing. "We didn't know any better!"
Eh, there are some places where reading the comments isn't so bad.
HPe Brda
A lesser-known Slovakian soccer team.
169: That Brad DeLong post had me confused for a minute about when Carey Mulligan became an economist and got a job at the U of C.
Heh, brda is part of a South Slavic tongue-twister that maybe didn't come up in the thread that had something to do with that recently: Na vrh brda vrba mrda. (On top of a hill, a willow sways.) It's not actually very hard to say.