Discordian Memorial Meat Up 2011: WE SURVIVED!

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Torte knocks on bathroom door.  "Can everybody come upstairs?  We have surprises."

Off she goes.  I finish putting away some stuff in the bedroom, and start to walk past the door.

Door opens.

There's Richter...  Soaking wet, wearing nothing but a towel.

"Dude...  When you're done.  I think pants are suggested." 

Go upstairs...  Trip and Torte brought some cool touristy stuff for everybody.  We're ooh'ing, aah'ing, and squabbling over who gets what, when Richter comes upstairs.

Still in the towel.

And whips it off.  For everybody.

It's the decent thing to do.

I'd have done the same thing.

[Luna]

I really like that one...

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I really like that one...

That's a great capture.

Wait, what is that matted knurl in the foreground?

[Cramulus]

Saturday Daytime: http://cram.imgur.com/9J19X




Luna, Eater of Clowns, & Richter getting the kitchen set up




Dimo and Dr Blight





Eater of Clowns explains that he's not really sure what his name means. So does he consume laughter, or is it literally clowns that he eats?




Trip is American and he has Rights










Blight drinks Weapon X, Richter's five ghost-chili liquor which doubles as a weapon




Richter instructs Trip on how to prepare himself for having his face burned by liquor




Beautiful weather!






My old cabalmate Nomad and his girl Lindsey show up too





Later in the evening, we played a game called Apples to Apples







Cainad is kickin' it




The Squids finally arrived, and we had a night cap in the kitchen before we were all tuckered out.

[Cramulus]

Sunday.



Breakfast! Luna and Richter and Leln cooked up some eggs and bacon for everybody.









Trip, Cainad, Torte and Cram played a game called Set.




Mr & Mrs Suu, Eve, Eater of Clowns, and a bunch of others took a field trip to the winery up the street




Triple Zero reveals his third i

Shit just got imaginary.









old friends and occasional cabalmates Mark, KC, and Mike stopped by.




Eater of Clowns and Eve get some air on the back porch




There was a field trip to the casino, too. Cigars were procured and enjoyed.




Late night hot dog grilling




YESSSSSSS


Blasphemies were made. THOU SHALT NOT PARTAKE OF BUN OF HOT DOG, ASS BAGS

[Telarus]

[Cuddlefish]

My face hurts from smiling. These pics are great.

[Fredfredly ⊂(◉‿◉)つ]

dimo y u haet shirts? 

[Freeky]

Why shouldn't he hate shirts? I mean, I hate internet flirting as much as everyone else, but DAYUM.  Them abs are totally NOMNOMable.

[Eve]

I am already going through Squid withdrawal. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That is WAY TOO MUCH concentrated Discordian HOT in one place for the world to even still exist! Jesus fuck!

[Telarus]

That is WAY TOO MUCH concentrated Discordian HOT in one place for the world to even still exist! Jesus fuck!

[Cardinal Pizza Deliverance.]

If this is an accurate sampling of Discordians, I am slightly surprised you all have not taken over more of the world with your devilish good looks to offset the sting of infallible logic.

. . . maybe more than slightly surprised.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

That looked awesome.

[Luna]

It was awesome, and, yes, the concentrated hotness drove the temperature up through the roof, causing, at least in Dimo's case, the shedding of clothing.

(Seriously, on Thursday we were in the 60's, by Saturday it was hitting 90.)