Yo. I'm still pretty hungover from the Arthegall meetup, during which he and I lost pretty spectacularly at bocce. I will try to gather the shreds of my dignity for tomorrow.
That game coulda gone either way, AWB. Give yourself a break.
I'm totally there tomorrow.
as i suggested the place, i suppose it is incumbent on me to show up. 6:30-ish?
If I wanted to meet people, I'd go outside.
Huh, I didn't know that word. There is of course no accent mark in "Bave."
I knew bitching about names would make everyone change theirs. And two new people have posted under simple common first names only since I put up that post. Argh.
But I'll be there, as will Dr. Germ, my college roommate who some of you met last fall.
Long-long-time lurker here (I can actually remember when Unf existed), so I think it's time I go to a NY meetup to fill the lurker quota...
excellent. I can school Gump on how vital the economics of mid-century Latin America are to understanding the role of the military in Brazil.
Actually that was another vital undergrad lesson: you can never go wrong by talking about economics in a history essay. Conveniently, it's also true about 80% of the time.
I could go, but have to choose a new fogname before I register.
I think "Andrew, Anon" would fit the bill, while implying that even though you just commented, you were about to do so yet again.
I say again, 'Argh'. 'Andrew Anon' I will inevitably remember as 'Andrew Aguecheek', but there's no reason that should stop you.
According to the Yelp page for Botanica, the jukebox has a Bollywood cover of "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough". I'm sold.
15: "Argh" is an okay pseudonym, in a retro-post-AD&D kind of a way.
Botanica is fun.
I won't be there, but this is the first time I've felt tempted.
Do all the lurkers know how to recognize us?
I assume they know the standard sign/countersign.
I'll be latish, as usual, but probably there by eight.
Do all the lurkers know how to recognize us?
Ha! Yes, this is a critical question.
I'll be there slightly late, and not for very long, I'm afraid.
I was about to ask that myself. Is there a secret handshake? Does everyone wear fezes?
Shout "Who wants to sex Motumbo".
Or if you're a lurker and are afraid of being BrockLandered email me at becks at unfogged in, oh, the next 5 minutes and I'll send you my number. I'm about to leave the office for the meetup, though.
Ahoy ahoy! Becks says to tell everyone that there's no sign and it's below Nolita House and everyone should give Armsmasher a handjob.
An unfogged meetup at a bar with no sign. Totally.
Why can't these things happen someplace normal, like ESPNZone?
We Chicagoans should do another one soon, at a quieter place. Adam and Michael said nothing has ever been as quiet yet good and comfortable as Red Lion, on Lincoln North of Fullerton, where we met in April last year. Would anyone be interested?
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Hell yes! Speaking of, arthegall, refer to the Naming Convention thread... if you dare.
Becks says to tell everyone that there's no sign and it's below Nolita House
Pity I missed this comment... Didn't the last place also have no sign? I propose a bar with a sign next time. And without super sekrit hidden back rooms. Also, pity I missed Gump's comment, or of course I would have worn my fez.
So, cerebrocrat, did you miss everybody again?
Sifu, when are you back in L.A.? We should make this thing happen, even if there are no actual unfogged bloggers to be had,.
Oh, couple months or so. Hard to say.
11:46 EST, NEW YORK: Reliable sources say that there is dancing on tables. More as this story unfolds.
I'm still under fucking deadline, damnit.
37: I certainly hope that by "deadline," you mean "the table in question."
I also am optimistic you reversed the order of "fucking" and "under."
Sadly, no! I've been shirking work for a bit to watch Angel on DVD with my bachelor-roommate catherine. You see, we are somewhat pathetic bachelors—we even ate tuna fish on white tonight. This is actually worse than when I lived in a bona fide bachelor pad in college, because at least then we were watching Buffy.
we even ate tuna fish on white tonight
Racist.
at least then we were watching Buffy
SO racist.
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Non-broadcast journalists. The broadcast journalists are watching Future Weapons.
Becks puts chance of puking at 30 percent!
I may be violating off-blog communication protocols.
Nonsense! Submit to your journalistic impulses.
B: Designated table dancer for the MN meetup.
@40 we even ate tuna fish on white tonight.
Save some for the raccoons.
I blame the macaroni, not the beer.
Well, the beer some.
But mostly the macaroin.
To bed.
34: I did not! But of course, I miss them terribly now! :(
Although it is a bit of good luck that AWB was in the non-secret front room when I came in.
I did not puke and I feel fine this morning. However, macaroni and cheese with bacon: delicious but very, very rich. Oof.
11:46 EST, NEW YORK: Reliable sources say that there is dancing on tables. More as this story unfolds.
man, I leave, and then the fun starts.
Same here. Man, I was tired last night -- if I'd stayed another 15 minutes, someone would have had to carry me home.
macaroni & cheese with bacon + dancing on tables = rough seas ahead. I, for one, am glad I left before that.
LB, in the 20 seconds that I talked to you last night, I forgot that I'd been meaning to thank you for the Nobody Makes You Shop at Walmart recommendation. I was even gonna pull it out of my man-purse all dramatic like, as it's my current subway read.
Excellent -- that's one of the best things about blogs for me, is the book recommendations. Sorry we didn't get more of a chance to talk, but as I said in 54, I was so tired I was about to die. I kept on trying to talk to people, and realizing that I couldn't formulate a sentence.