I can't speak for the other places where meetups happened, but at least at the NYC ones everyone's just a normal person. It's no different than hanging out with anyone else, except there's a higher chance you've accidentally seen their naked ass because they posted it here.
And here I thought you were a classy lady of a Zooey Deschanel/Tina Fey/Regina Spektor/Kat Dennings caliber. You think you barely know someone based purely on marginal internet interaction................
The close investigation of your shit is the exact reason they are set up like that (I called it a poop shelf). I had a friend who was so fascinated by those toilets he actually did a lot of research into the design, and why it was so popular in Germany.
There you go again with your one sentence of mystery and way too little information. I know you are trying to write for a living, but why do you have to mail in your posts? YOU'RE KILLING ME!
Naw, like a JERK, I didn't go, primarily because I had something to do yesterday afternoon and this evening.
What did you have to do that was more important than audrey pegging you in an orgy? That's the thing I clear my calendar for. I spent the weekend drunk. Haven't done this in a very long time. GO ME.
Apparently being a Quizmaster for trivia...uh, "pub quizzes." I only apply for jobs that encourage me to drink on the job, so it was this or airline pilot.
I was trying to tell at least one story but I was so tired that I fell asleep with the "Write a post" window open and nothing written, so I just wrote that because it more or less covers the whole night. The event started with us stumbling across this bar with a little garden barbecue area, and we met this guy who might have been gay and who might have been super racist and who might have just gotten out of jail, and who had a sidekick that looked exactly like Teller, and he was really drunk off of rosé at 5pm. He bought all of our meals, and he threatened to sodomize Rob4Broncos in the bathroom, and smelled Pussygalore's hair, and bit my wrist, and was kind of hitting on Flagrant's girlfriend while simultaneously saying how much she reminded him of his sister. He wanted us to go to a strip club with him and we declined and after an hour or so of hanging out with him we decided to go and we wound up in this Polish dive bar with 40 year olds and $2 beers and Abba playing on the jukebox. And then we went to another bar and this old lady stuck her finger in MoreCowbell's beer. And the rest of the night was pretty normal.
Oh, so it was what I imagine to be regular New York City weirdness and not internet people weirdness. I thought someone brought their real doll as their date or something.
I'm jealous. ABBA in a bar?!? I fucked up my neck this morning. Kind of a bummer. On the bright side, I have a feeling that when I actually sit up and support the weight of my head I won't be able to turn like a normal person. My whole body will have to move to look at something. Looking like a robot is kinda fun. I have the noises ready.
Mrs. Noland is out of town this weekend so I took the kids out for burgers, came home and made oatmeal raisin cookies, put them to bed, and then read a history of gambling in New Orleans. Not a racist tranny in sight.
Except for me, because as we spent several minutes poking my arm and establishing, I cannot have babies for a few years. Though BP and I apparently did cause some concern when we left to sit on the patio and smoke. I'm still upset that AM drank the rest of my pumpkin beer. That glass was more than half full when I walked outside.