Don't know what's going on exactlym but will try to get mrh, AWB and Tia to go.

And Bave! You will also try to get Bave to go.

AWB and Bave will be there if you will, B-girl and mrh!

Just got home again. I intend to be there.

God help me, I am already awake and on my way to the airport. Fortunately I am still too drunk to be hung over. I will do this differently next year.

I will be there, as will Tia.

I'm in.

I will do this differently next year.

By bringing Fleur???

M/tch & I will be there. Others at the party who said they planned to be there included Heebie (whose idea this was -- huzzah!), Jammies, Apo, teo, and like 5 other people, but I'm now a little fuzzy on which ones said yes and which ones scheduled their flights too damn early.

BTW, closest Metro stop is Farragut North.

Oh, and Rob H-C, if he can get spousal/childcare clearance.

Blume and Sifu will be there. Sir Kraab is encouraged to smacks me upside the head.

Prithee why, Sifu?

Oh, I think you know.

But does Mitch know?

We're up, on our way.

I just got up, and Molly and I are coming. We are debating bringing a child or two.

I will be late.

We won't be there, but I had a great time last night. Although really, I spent the entire night mostly just saying hi to people, and of course drinking heavily.

I didnt get to speak with LB nearly enough.

Also on my way.

I realized I had my permissions on the photos at Friends & Family. I changed them to private altogether (only I can see them) but since they are in a group the group rights are less restrictive and override. Y'all should still be able to see them.

We're in the small room in the back past the buffet.

I'm halfway to Philadelphia. More, in the WC Fields sense. Truly sorry to have missed so much of the extracuricularity.

I did want to respond to something in the other thread about the rum: it was in the interest of science. PGD was sure the rum was hallucinogenic. Thinking that he probably ought to know, but wary of accepting simple anecdotal evidence, the only scientifically valid course was to broaden the sampling.

Brunch liveblogging: there is a shitload of bacon.

I'm sorry I've missed out on all the non-partying. (But am still (only mildly) sick today.)

PGD was sure the rum was hallucinogenic.

Not so much a hallucinogenic as a dissociative. The taste was the Platonic essence of molassas.

Also, tended to induce maudlin comments.

Labs is sharing sordid details of ogged's personal life.

We were supposed to be up at 11am?! Shit.

Even though CCarp intended it for me, I didn't actually drink any of the rum. By the time I thought of it I was too far along the way already. I don't like to get too far gone in unfamiliar legal jurisdictions.

w-lfs-n skippped out on the bill.

He skipped on his bill? At the meetup in July, I couldn't get him to take any of the pizza I'd ordered, even after I made it clear I wasn't expecting him to pay. My how things change.

He skipped on his bill? At the meetup in July, I couldn't get him to take any of the pizza I'd ordered, even after I made it clear I wasn't expecting him to pay. My how things change.

I'm so astounded, I felt the need to post about it twice.

I can firmly and without fear of contradiction advise against brunch at Alero at 13th and U.

27 gets it exactly right.

Rah and I missed out, obviously. The Palomar offered us an array of plumbing problems this morning and I woke up late and we just barely made it back in time for Rah to get to work. I am tired from driving - sitting in a chair and looking around - and this makes me feel very old.

I really wish I could have made it for brunch. I just couldn't do it, man. 11 AM is way too early, especially with all of the cleaning that we needed to do. (Normally I'd just leave it but I didn't want non-UnfoggeDCon roommates to be stuck with our filth while we went and brunched.)

Smasher made breakfast tacos out of our secret reserve bacon and eggs instead after we were done with the cleaning. The secret reserve bacon and eggs were in case people were wild and partied all night -- we were going to make breakfast for you all at sunrise.

Kick yourself muchly.

36: That is very sweet of you, Becks. But I realized it was time to leave when I found myself drunkenly and unsuccessfully trying to convince everyone to go to the Chili Bowl.

I had to leave too early for brunch, but I was actually up early and walked some of the Mall. I rode the bus to BWI with Neil the Dancing Werewolf- he hopes you all don't think he's too out of control with the moves. I expressed our collective awe.
Next year should be a two day party, there were too many people to talk to everyone enough- totally missed that McMegan was there, got to talk to LB for about 2 minutes.
Thanks to the hosts and suppliers of alcohol.

Many thanks for last night and today, my friends. I was surprised how tired I suddenly got at 4am, and I think I didn't drink enough. In the long run, this was probably best for everyone. I am home in Brooklyn.

After finally meeting LB and Tia last night, I've now met all the bloggers except Unf and Bob, who I'm no longer certain ever really existed. But now Labs is the only one who has punched me in the stomach without warning.

Hey folks. That was a fantastic party. My compliments and thanks to our gracious hosts.

Had a great weekend, absolutely loved DC (have been going through strangers' Flickr photos in the grip of some kind of accelerated nostalgia). Longer (and thicker) would definitely be better; I tried but gave up trying to squeeze in 3.5 minute conversations with absolutely everyone and went outside to be a pretend smoker, which was easier as people came to you instead.

Thanks for the hospitality Flophouse-dwellers.

Labs is the only one who has punched me in the stomach without warning.

Come up to Boston and tell it to my face. btw, who do I have to email to get on the flickr list?

If you email me, I'll tell you that you need to add me as a contact. I'll take care of the rest.

Come up to Boston and tell it to my face.

You're not one of the bloggers.

I too have met every poster except Unf and Bob.

Oh, wait, and ogged. Motherfucker. I'm still pissed.

You're not one of the bloggers.
I'm sure that'll be a great consolation to you when you're vomiting on my sandals. Not that I'd punch you in the stomach or anything. It wouldn't exactly be without warning if I threatened you beforehand. It could just be because of some bad clams. Still though, prepare to buy me new sandals.

I take the previous back; it's much more aggro than I meant. I only mean that I think that the OP's are slightly overvalued, that apo is welcome in my household anytime, and that one of you should buy me new sandals. Birkenstocks, preferably.

md 20/400, if you emailed me I would be in your debt.

I have met every poster except Bob.

I met Unf.

Those were the days, Adam.

"Bob" is the Church of Slack guy, right? So really, we've all met him. DS especially, I suppsoe.

At one point in the evening Emerson did express concern that, having now actually met people, he might feel less free to call them motherfuckers in the comments.

51: Yeah, I was on the inside track there. When I think of the alternate history in which today I would be a main-page poster on Unfogged, I weep.

Well, that would have never happened. Anger issues, you know.

You fucking cunt.

On the upside, Adam, almost two years now.

Keep reading from Adam's comment in that thread for an amusing encounter with Frederick, whose absence is much lamented.

And if you follow a link from within that thread, you will see that comments have always been with us.