I hope I can make it. I should be there around 9ish if I do.
I'll probably miss you -- I'm going to duck out fairly early.
I'm sure you got quite enough of me last time.
You know, I looked at flights and such and really did wonder if there was anyway I could justify being in NY this week. I m sad to say there was no way I could swing it. I m really sore I can't be there. But I swear. Oneday I ll be in the states when you have a meet. Then you ll be sorry.
People coming to town is always a good excuse for a meet, since so many of us are clustered in various places.
There is clearly a shortage over there -- I imagine she'll be taking them home, not bringing them hence.
6: a) I claim rights of usance and tradition to do without and b) I'd be looking to you to stock me up.
oh and Kid, it is a he :)
Oh sorry Austro, don't know where I got that mis-impression.
I and presumably others of the Unfogged Lurketariat want to hear all about it. The bon mots, the smoking braks, who had teh hotts for whom, etc.
If we wanted to be cruel, we could each write up what happened at the meetup in the format of the game Two Truths and a Lie and make the non-attendees try to sort it out.
If you're NYC based, do remember that lurkers are invited.
Let's make it "Many Lies Plus More Lies!" Or we could do it in the style of Gawker's Conde Nast softball coverage.
If anyone can be there around 5, I could drop by for a quick beer. But gotta be on my train at 5:30.
I'm still not exactly sure how we'll know one another. I presume we'll get the booth-ish table in the back of the restaurant, but maybe not. Ben and I had lunch yesterday, so we can find one another, and I suppose others of you have met before... Well, I guess everyone should look for the group of people who are not British tourists or grad students or all wearing suits. I'm in a white button-down, jeans and boots, with big wavy blonde hair, very noticeable.
I've met Becks, Tia, and JackM, and I've seen a picture of w-lfs-n. With that, and your description, I'll be able to find people. Who else is showing up? I've lost track.
To clarify my 15: I will go into O'Reilly's at about 5:00 and order a beer. If you are there in between 5 and 5:30, please mosey over to the bar and say hello. I will be wearing a funny yellow-and-purple shirt. Plaid? I'm not sure if that is what you would call the pattern but it may be. Also: a leather jacket an John Lennon glasses.
"orange-and-lilac" might be a better description than "yellow-and-purple".
Ha! For once Ben is on the receiving end of an indiscretion error. I'm counting on the same things as LB. If anyone can't find us, you can always shout "Who wants to sex Motumbo?" and we'll wave you over.
Sorry, TMK, but I won't be able to make it there early.
I'll be latish, (closer to 7 than to 6), but for anyone who's planning to show up and hasn't met anyone before, and needs more descriptions to work from, I've got long, straight brown hair, oval glasses, and I'm in a black blazer and a white button-down shirt.
I, of course, won't be there because New York is a very long way from here. If I were, though, I'd be the handsome redhead that Tia is smashing in the crotch with a hammer.
I'd be the handsome redhead that Tia is smashing in the crotch with a hammer.
Mis-read as: "I'd be the handsome readhead that Tia is hanging on the cross with a hammer."
Oh, apo, I just talk big. I know I have duties to the Hero, and am more than willing to fulfill them. I'm wearing a short black flowery dress and a sweatshirt that says "Brilliant"
You do know how to make an old man happy, Tia.
"an old man"? I thought you were calling it Spanky. Does it measure its age differently, like a dog?
23 made me think of this. Now that some hott action.
It multiplies its length by 7, too? Tia, you ain't the only one who just talks big.
How do you get an apostropher to stop humping your leg?
You can't. My leg-humping technique is unstoppable.
I thought that was half the length + 7.
Is apo so heroic he can design a leg he cannot hump?
Dammit, I'm a member of the lurketariat who desperately wants to go to one of these meetups, but every time, I've had other plans.
When the first one was announced, I and another lurker had the idea of showing up but sitting at an adjacent table and just eavesdropping.
35- I think that leaves the realm of "lurking" and heads towards "stalking"
I'm sorry, I won't be able to make it -- work blew up on me.
It's OK, LB, now we can talk about them behind their backs. (No, sorry, that sucks.)
So, anyone know any nasty rumors about the meeters-up?
35: I'm pretty sure I proposed, in the comments leading up to the first New York meetup, that a lurker should do that in order to replicate the dynamic we have here.
Nobody else came early -- guess I frightened 'em off with my description of my shirt-of-2-colors. Ah well. A young lady who looked about like I was expecting A White Bear to look like (except minus the fur and not as tall) was seated near the front door and bid me hello when I came in; but when I asked if she wanted to sex Motumbo she reacted with confusion rather than recognition. So I guess she was not the one. Or she was messin with my mind -- AWB, was that you, messin with my mind?
43: Interestingly, I suspect that sitting down and drinking with the commentariat in person is less intimidating than emerging from lurkdom here.
At least LB can't be mad at me for not going, this time.
45: Are you implying that the commentariat are all actually geeks without any real social skills?
47,45:Didn't read it that way at all; more like the commentariat are so good at this, that putting yourself in print is intimidating--meeting someone however awesome probably is not.
We're much less likely to correct your grammar in person.
No, I'm saying that this forum is peculiarly intimidating. I imagine that people who comment here actually have very good "real life" social skills, which would make encountering them in person less intimidating than encountering them here.
49: Based on my dinner with Kotsko, w-lfs-n, and Weiner, that is in fact not true.
my dinner with Kotsko, w-lfs-n, and Weiner
A movie that, sadly, Louis Malle never got around to making.
And I apologize for not making it. I seem to be meeting people ve-ry slowly, one at a time, instead.
Forget Iris Murdoch; lets talk about "Days of Heaven"
I may very well be Louis Malle, or Wally or Andre. So, Joe, if you want to have a very intense dinner in which we discuss the meaning of life and my time in the Sahara and the forests of Poland, drop me a line.
TMK, had I known you were there, I would have come early. Alas! I did not know.
Wasn't Chris the one who brought all the cock stories to the last meetup? "Shyly delurking"-- what a lie.
Come on, people, I want pictures. Or stories. Tales of ribaldry.
I imagine that people who comment here actually have very good "real life" social skills, which would make encountering them in person less intimidating than encountering them here.
Dude, you should so keep thinking that. It's absolutely true -- in real life we're all smooth, charming and socially adept.
60 -- too bad man, you missed out. We could have played cribbage.