PROVIDENCE/BOSTON MEET UP

[Suu]

It's on! Let's do this!

I promise not to punch you in the crotch this time.

I may also be headed to Wisconsin that weekend, so you spags better take "good care" of my Principality in my absence.


...DON'T JUDGE ME FOR GOING TO WISCONSIN.

[Triple Zero]

I did the same for my first meet up. I never got a clear of an answer as you did today though. Turned up ok and alive even though i clumped with dimo who i already met at that point.

Hey this one time at the UK Day of Discord there was this guy who, well he might have mentioned that he was coming on Syn's board half a day before or so, nobody knew or expected him, and he approached us at the meeting place with:

"Excuse me, but are you the Discordians?",

which I still think was fucking hilarious.

Me, Sjaako, Regret and VITRIOL might be meeting up in a couple of weeks as soon as we can decide on a date, we should probably do that cellphone rampage thing.

I'll have to bring my now completely useless US Virgin "burner" phone for Regret to hold to his ear cause the bloody hippie is one of those that still refuses to own a mobile phone

[leln]

Although, a Saturday excursion to George's island in the harbor could be pretty cool.  They have hibachi-like things, we could play with fire and do some grilling.

Hell yes.  Gives us somewhere to park our asses, too.

I like this.

Incidentally...  This is gonna be the most awesome (close enough) birthday ever. 

Yeah, I have something special in mind for that.

I am excited.  Or terrified.  Or both. 

Hey Luna, you remember when we discussed using your birthday as an excuse to get a bunch of us together, dress up, and then start hitting dive bars?

Context-the basic premise is that the group of exquisitely-dressed gentlemen and ladies descend on seedy bars and pretend we just came from a wedding where a bride/groom didn't show. There were some ideas we were batting around. One possibility was that at each bar a different person poses as the jilted lover surrounded by caring friends. Points would be awarded based on sympathy offers (drinks, fucks, bad breakup stories, whatever) and reactions (embarrassed stoicism, slinking out of the bar, demanding the whiner man up, &c.). The problem is obviously the amount of time needed at each bar, and the fact that we don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning. Another possible version involved Richter posing as the bereft husband-to-be. Once we'd worked up a proper level of sympathy among the other patrons, have EOC or Dimo run in looking frantic and spewing some story about getting held up on the Mass Pike and his phone dying. Whoever keeps a straight face the longest wins.

We were also trying to think how we could guarantee not getting arrested over the course of the evening. The way I see it, having the Good Reverend along for the ride can only be an asset if he thinks it'd be fun.

We probably won't want to waste Roger-time on this. I just figured I'd throw it out there.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Although, a Saturday excursion to George's island in the harbor could be pretty cool.  They have hibachi-like things, we could play with fire and do some grilling.

Hell yes.  Gives us somewhere to park our asses, too.

I like this.

Incidentally...  This is gonna be the most awesome (close enough) birthday ever. 

Yeah, I have something special in mind for that.

I am excited.  Or terrified.  Or both. 

Hey Luna, you remember when we discussed using your birthday as an excuse to get a bunch of us together, dress up, and then start hitting dive bars?

Context-the basic premise is that the group of exquisitely-dressed gentlemen and ladies descend on seedy bars and pretend we just came from a wedding where a bride/groom didn't show. There were some ideas we were batting around. One possibility was that at each bar a different person poses as the jilted lover surrounded by caring friends. Points would be awarded based on sympathy offers (drinks, fucks, bad breakup stories, whatever) and reactions (embarrassed stoicism, slinking out of the bar, demanding the whiner man up, &c.). The problem is obviously the amount of time needed at each bar, and the fact that we don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning. Another possible version involved Richter posing as the bereft husband-to-be. Once we'd worked up a proper level of sympathy among the other patrons, have EOC or Dimo run in looking frantic and spewing some story about getting held up on the Mass Pike and his phone dying. Whoever keeps a straight face the longest wins.

We were also trying to think how we could guarantee not getting arrested over the course of the evening. The way I see it, having the Good Reverend along for the ride can only be an asset if he thinks it'd be fun.

We probably won't want to waste Roger-time on this. I just figured I'd throw it out there.

That would be a BLAST, but we will have my daughter with us, so bars are pretty much out.  But the basic idea is usable.

In any case, what we're REALLY looking forward to is LMNO's BBQ idea.

[Cuddlefish]

Sweet and holy fuck-balls. Pencil me in for all activities.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Sweet and holy fuck-balls. Pencil me in for all activities.

TGG says "It's not like you had a choice".

Don't cross her, man.  BAD juju.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

I did the same for my first meet up. I never got a clear of an answer as you did today though. Turned up ok and alive even though i clumped with dimo who i already met at that point.

Hey this one time at the UK Day of Discord there was this guy who, well he might have mentioned that he was coming on Syn's board half a day before or so, nobody knew or expected him, and he approached us at the meeting place with:

"Excuse me, but are you the Discordians?",

which I still think was fucking hilarious.

Me and Payne bumped into that guy in the Banshee Labyrinth in Edinburgh this August, at a comedy show called "Hate It With Me" by a comic with a massive amount of beard and hair.

[leln]

That would be a BLAST, but we will have my daughter with us, so bars are pretty much out.  But the basic idea is usable.

In any case, what we're REALLY looking forward to is LMNO's BBQ idea.

She could pose as a DD, which might even make it easier to stay in the bar. "No, just give me a Coke, I'm underage and they promised me $500 if I get them all home safe..."

But I agree, BBQ trumps most other possibilities.

[Luna]

I still love the idea, leln, and we will do this one of these days.  With enough people involved, we can also run the "fleeing groom runs into jilted bride at bar" scenario.

The BBQ sounds awesome!

And, Dimo, we already had "kidnap Dimo for this shit" pencilled in.   

[Cuddlefish]

And, Dimo, we already had "kidnap Dimo for this shit" pencilled in.   

Sweet! But, this time, can we use regular rope? Those zip-ties cut up my wrists and ankles something fierce last time.

[Luna]

And, Dimo, we already had "kidnap Dimo for this shit" pencilled in.   

Sweet! But, this time, can we use regular rope? Those zip-ties cut up my wrists and ankles something fierce last time.

Sissy.  You enjoyed every minute of it.

If you insist, we'll bring the fur lined manacles.

[Sir Squid Diddimus]

Too bad I just started a new job, otherwise I'd come terrorize you assholes.


YOU WIN THIS TIME.

[Luna]

Too bad I just started a new job, otherwise I'd come terrorize you assholes.


YOU WIN THIS TIME.

Damn, that would have been awesome.   

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

HOLY SHIT FUCK! HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MY LOVE OF RIDICULOUS DRESSUP?

[Richter]

Although, a Saturday excursion to George's island in the harbor could be pretty cool.  They have hibachi-like things, we could play with fire and do some grilling.

Hell yes.  Gives us somewhere to park our asses, too.

I like this.

Incidentally...  This is gonna be the most awesome (close enough) birthday ever. 

Yeah, I have something special in mind for that.

I am excited.  Or terrified.  Or both. 

Hey Luna, you remember when we discussed using your birthday as an excuse to get a bunch of us together, dress up, and then start hitting dive bars?

Context-the basic premise is that the group of exquisitely-dressed gentlemen and ladies descend on seedy bars and pretend we just came from a wedding where a bride/groom didn't show. There were some ideas we were batting around. One possibility was that at each bar a different person poses as the jilted lover surrounded by caring friends. Points would be awarded based on sympathy offers (drinks, fucks, bad breakup stories, whatever) and reactions (embarrassed stoicism, slinking out of the bar, demanding the whiner man up, &c.). The problem is obviously the amount of time needed at each bar, and the fact that we don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning. Another possible version involved Richter posing as the bereft husband-to-be. Once we'd worked up a proper level of sympathy among the other patrons, have EOC or Dimo run in looking frantic and spewing some story about getting held up on the Mass Pike and his phone dying. Whoever keeps a straight face the longest wins.

We were also trying to think how we could guarantee not getting arrested over the course of the evening. The way I see it, having the Good Reverend along for the ride can only be an asset if he thinks it'd be fun.

We probably won't want to waste Roger-time on this. I just figured I'd throw it out there.

That would be a BLAST, but we will have my daughter with us, so bars are pretty much out.  But the basic idea is usable.

In any case, what we're REALLY looking forward to is LMNO's BBQ idea.

YES.

BBQ: Luna's place has a back yard
Boston Harbor Island stops would be a fine palce too, and LMNO knows that grilling shiz.  I'm only fair after the initial conflagration.

You know, for TRUE style points, we could be the jilted wedding crew at an "Applebee's" or "Olive Garden" type chain.  It's a special sort of asshole who goes there to get hammered.

For added fun, we need a prop ring.  It gets flushed down the john by the jiltee, and then phone calls come in from a penitent bride.