by Badger 432 Replies latest members meetups
Which will be at our house, like last year! I've already seen an ad in the paper for crawfish (at Cap'n Dave's Seafood in Plano) at $2.50 per pound. What do you think, David? April?Nina
April sounds great and thanks for allowing us to use your home! As we get further into crawfish season those prices should go down. How far they go down really depends on how good of a season the crawfish have.
So we need to hope that crawfish are especially horny this year?
thanks for allowing us to use your home!
Aw, you know we love having everyone over! And Moose has never seen a crawfish, so this should be a lot of fun. Hopefully we won't have too wet of a spring.
Nina
I need to have some kind of gathering at my new home!
I agree with Elsewhere. Hemp Lover's house is awesome. Very kitschy, as a matter of fact. Little Toe is hilarious. Badger is...pokable. And I didn't know Megadude spent some time in Germany like I did. We had a lot to talk about there.
The hospitality was great, everyone. Hope to come to the Aposta-craw-fest.
Much props to arrowstar for letting me stay in her home for the first night and for Elsewhere's hospitality as well. You all know he had a, um, accident, and I was happy to help him out as much as possible. Poor thing; he's got a lot of getting used to going up the stairs to his apartment.
Badger, you'd better have the next Supa Bowl at your house, bitch!
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kaykay_mp
I had a great time last night seeing everyone again. I wish I could have gone to the party Sat. night; it sounded like it was blast.
It was also a pleasure to meet kaykay_mp, Insomniac & sparkplug for the first time. I hope everyone who traveled from far away arrives home safely!
Theresa
all know he had a, um, accident, and I was happy to help him out as much as possible. Poor thing; he's got a lot of getting used to going up the stairs to his apartment.
Yeah, Satan pushed me down the stairs. I was leaving and I was on the last step and I just went down like a rag doll. It was the strangest thing... I never get hurt like that and I've never broken a bone before. If your wondering, no, I was totally sober at the time... I was driving that nite. The ER doctor showed me the X-Rays and what happened is the connective tissues, instead of tearing, literally pulled a small chunk of bone away from the rest of the bone. If you are wondering, yes, that does hurt a lot!
Kay was very kind and helped me while I was being a big baby: Please bring my pain pills... please bring the remote... please bring a coke... please bring something to prop my foot up on... You all know how we men turn into big babies when we get a boo-boo.
It seemed everyone enjoyed themselves, I know I did
The food and drink was good, the company was good, the games were fun, what more could an apostate want?
A hint to anyone going to D&Bs... Unless you are an active person, I don't recommend the dance games, or the horse racing (where you are on the horse making it go).. after one round of each of these I was ready for a nap! I also made a fool of myself (nothing new there, I know) on the boxing game, though there is something about wildly flailing a couple of heavy gloves around that gets the energy pumping... until the next day when your arms dont operate properly... heh
Thankyou all for your hospitality and company... what a beautiful bunch of apostates!
FMZ
It was really a shock and AWEpostafest! Totally rocked!
On Saturday morning, Wildfire and I drove up from Austin. If you know Wildfire, you know she's the chatterbox Queen and kept me totally entertained and unbored with her stories all the way up to Dallas. We listened to our favorite JW, Prince, and some other retro music, it was cool. I had to tell my sister that we were going to a Silent Lamb's thing <a noble cause> versus an Awe-pasta-fest because she just got out recently and she really *loves* the Hoovers! She lives with my folks now so if they knew she was going to watch the house and animals for me going to a thing like that, they would have ripped her a new one. But they know my Silent Lambs' involvement, and Silent Lambs is also connected to other groups that stop child sexual abuse, so they are kinda cool with it.
We got into town around 1:30 and checked into the Bradford. I parked right IN FRONT of the door. Wildfire was still in the vehicle, but I didn't know that. I *thought* I parked my truck and she was right behind me. I was checking in, and I saw my truck rolling past the window. Now if you don't believe people can crap in their britches, well.. you better believe it now Roger! I was checking in and I saw my truck roll past the front window and I started screaming "Oh sh*t! Oh SH*T!"." The welcoming committee was quite perplexed and yelled "What?!?" I screamed "There goes my truck! It's not in gear and is going down on Harry Hiney Blvd!" They were scared too. I run out there, and Wildfire was just moving the truck so that people could pull up to the door. Whew!
We get our key cards and try to go down into the garage. It doesn't accept the key card. That was odd. There were several cars lined up behind us. The lady behind me finally goes in and gets the information that it's broken and we need to press star and dial 2, and then talk to the front desk. I did that, and I got the Bradford Suites information line. HAHHAHAHAHAHAH... Finally, the lady came out and let the backed up traffic into the garage. Pronounced "gare-achje" for you non-Brits.
Meanwhile, this shuttle bus pulls up in front of the Bradford. It was right about the time that I told Insomniac we'd be there. I go running to the garage gate and started yelling for her, and the lady that helped us get into the gate ran to the Shuttle and asked if there was an Insomniac on board. There was! YAY! <does a hypnotic cheerleader backflip>. So Insomniac came down to the gate, and the nice lady let her into the garage, so she got to ride up in my fierce monster truck to the 3rd floor. We lug millions of HEAVY bags down to the room, which was on the opposite end of the building. There's never a baggage cart around when ya need it, even to haul NotPerfectYet to her room! LOL!
When we arrived at our door, it had this little cigarette picture with a cross out sign on it. EEEK! We get in the room and lay our stuff down. I called the front desk and they tell us that this is a non-smoking floor. I slapped my forehead <smak> and wondered why I didn't remember from LAST YEAR that we all got kicked out of the smoking floor for all sitting in the middle of the hall and smoking while leaning on an ever sleeping Badger <who doesn't like cig. smoke and falls asleep>. The manager came down the hall like a Rhino and threatened to kick us out if we didn't quick smoking RIGHT NOW. So we did.
We called the front desk and REMINDED them that this was to be a smoking room. We were in room 316. So they moved us to 416. Thanks guys! One floor up, and a lotta heavy baggage later <where ARE those damned baggage carts?> we unload our crap in the room. I was really nice to the Bradford, though, and smoked in 316 cuz I thought it was smoking. heheheh. I'm sure that room wasn't happy for some asthma sufferers.
We called up EVERY body on the cell phones, and we had the wires burning. We found out that FMZ, Valis, Zman, Dwayne and Robert were at Valis' house, so we headed over there. Of course, we got lost. We finally got there and they were already partying. They are crazy, freaky <smaks ass> party nerds to the nth degree! I love them, and I want to marry them. Hell... I wanna marry everybody! We found out that that hot hunk Zman was in 413: right around the corner from us in the hotel, and he never lived it down. That poor man.
I love Valis' roommate. He's extremely tolerant. At the last apostafest, I got a wild hair and called Valis up at 4 a.m., trying to do the Crank Yankers shit on him. Valis roommate answered and asked me "Young Lady <I love the man already> do you know what TIME it is?" I said I really knew it was Miller Time, and he said that Valis wasn't home. He asked me who it was and I said it was Valis' secretary.. LOL! Valis, your roommate is a doll, bringing us nachos, cheese, salsa, summer sausage, 'n shit. What a darling boy!
We were the only girls there for awhile, and of course, we had *all* the attention, and then here comes Liz (Travis' g/f) and it was all downhill from there. She's TOO HOT for all us ole ladies, so we made a hasty retreat to the Bradford, but not before finding out that Zman was staying there, too. We had our mark... hehehhe. Geesh.. he used to take ole ladies out in service! We knew he was quite the gennelman, but not *that* much!!!!! YAY!!! We were on that stuff like white on rice!
We went back to the Bradford so we could get our food ready, and our faces beautifized. Well, THEIR faces beautifized since I I hadn't beautifized myself since... oh... YEARS AGO. But they got beautified up, and then we headed off on our MAPQUEST directions to Hemp L's house. Boy.. never use that service, it sucks! It took us 1 1/2 hour to get there. It was a nightmare! I am PTSD already, and this just made me SURE that I was going to die: driving in Dallas. You people need to take a message from South Texas: SLOW DOWN AND SLIDE! Geesh! They drive like neurons up there! er... no.. that's not the word.. erm.... MORONS! yep, that's it. Men-O-Pause does that to you.
We arrived at the X-tremely beautified house of XJW Hemp. Wow.. what an awesome house. It's really old, but fixed up. This is Sixies' daughter's house, you can tell! It's an old 40's style house with the big front porch, wooden floors, and high ceilings. Totally magnificapicent! In the kitchen, where Badger was doing his Wok Wonderificullness, there was a wall of Bakelite clocks. Of course, none of them had the right time except twice a day, which I guess is about as honest as you can get for a clock... <wonders>
On the other part of the kitchen ceiling, there was a bird cage with trapped Barbie Dolls. There was also an old TV console with a nice mountain scene on it with a light behind it. Sixie and H.. your daughter is going to make one helluva'n artist or advertiser. She's original, beautiful, and smart... kinda like her Mom, Hemp Lover. What a great house!
The food was great, but the company was greater! Thanks so much to Badger, who worked his patootie off to make the main courses. That was so good! I asked Badger what was in his spaghetti recipe, and he said only three people, women, had that recipe. I asked Badger what did they do to get the recipe and he said I wouldn't wanna know... really, I didn't want to know. I just held my hands to my ears and sung "LALALALALALALA". Hehehehh. I mean, seriously folks, there was EVERYTHING. Ham, sausage, cheese, veggies, dip, chips, spaghetti, chicken, avocado dip (which was so great), fruit.. it was a fruitful layout.. hehehhe. I did *not* feel like I was eating at the table of Demons, but was *sure* I was in heaven.
There was a singer there that had the most melodic voice, and really could play the guitar like ringin a beer.. er.. bell. He was *hot*. Youda loved him. Everyone at the party was so nice. It was laid back. Not like lots of "wordly" parties I've been to.. LOL~ everyone was very courteous, polite, nice, and friendly.. no fights, nothing. It was such an enjoyable experience. Thanks Hemp, and daughter, for having us to your house!! You are THE hostess with the mostest!
What I was kinda thinkin about.. Badger was in the kitchen, by his lonesome, makin up the food, and there was bundles of people in the kitchen just hanging out. The kitchen was small, but very smartly decorated <obvious ass kiss>, but Badger *really* needed all the room he could get for makin his chili, spaghetti, chicken. However, people just kept standing around the kitchen and gettin in the Badge's way. We shouldn't do that next time. We *must* go to the living areas and let the cooks get their groove on. I also noticed that no one helped him, and that made me really kind of sad that he was doing all this food for us and nobody was offering to help. Next time, let's just all try to h elp each other, Kay? Of course, the kitchen was small ... but maybe next time we could offer to help maybe one at a time?????
The party was great. If you would like to see the photos, please PM me for an invitation. I don't want to get a buncha PMs from you people saying "I don't want to be on the Internet." Please, spare me. I've been there, done that. You *will* be on the Internet, but by invitation ONLY. No one can see the photos unless they have a private invitation at Webshots. It's a lot easier than writing everyone in the photos and asking. If you absolutely do *not* want to be on the Internet no matter what, PM me and I'll take care of it.
We left the party and decided to let Zman drive the fierce monster truck back to the Bradford, since he was our neighbor 'n all. He left his car at Hemp's place. Geesh... what man from Texas doesn't want to drive a truck? By the way, Sixie, since I found out you have a dually, I love you. .. will you marry me? Oh... Rat? He's a boarder...
We went back to our room and just started the margarita machine going. We decided to call him "Jeeves" or "Heaves" or whatever cuz he was heaving our luggage outta the truck and on to the baggage cart, which we finally found. Wildfire is obsessed with baggage carts, this I found out. She was already going and looking for the baggage cart. She found it so we loaded our crap on it and went to the fourth floor. We talked to Rabbit and spouse, and they were staying at the B-ford, so we knew they might be coming to our party, so we waited for the phone to ring in a stuttering start. You know.. Rabbits... making babies.. quick.. never mind. Jeeves, a.k.a. Zman came over to our room and we just went banannas. He's HOT. If he had like a CHIPs outfit on er.. erm.. nevermind. We had a lot of fun heckling him. He kept turning the channels to stuff like Hamburger Hill, Miami Vice, all that crap. He finally threw down the remote at us and said "I'm gonna get shit no matter what I choose." HAHHAHAHAH.. Poor Zman.. he was a good sport, though.
Rabbit and his lovely bride came over, and they brought some drinks and we had a fantastical time visiting with them. If you have never met Rabbit (and *don't* ask me why he calls himself Rabbit cuz I don't know and I don't *want* to know)... you are missing something. They are both beautiful people with hearts of gold and I am *so* privileged to know them! Just frantic... er fantastic! They stayed til pretty late, maybe 3:30 a.m., and Mrs. Rabbit's eyes started burning a bit... it was smoky in there. However, if you open the windows at the Bradford, the A/C goes off, and in Texas, that is NOT a good thang! Especially since one of us, and I won't say who, is having hot flashes.
Our room had a double bed. There was three of us. Not good. I brought a twin blow-up camping mattress, with an air pump. The pump, however, had to be charged .. and it was already getting 4 a.m. We were *all* tired, drunk and sleepy. We asked Mr. Zman if he could blow up the air mattress using his mouth <yes, we are pervs> cuz it was a "boy job" and he said he would. What a jemmelman. He was blowing and blowing on that shit, and it was inflating. Wildfire had to sleep on it, so she laid down on it and said it was fine after he blew for what seemed like hours.
Mr. Zman went in the bathroom and I told <whispered> to Wildfire and Insomniac <no, she is *not* an Insomniac, she sleeps> "Well, if we get him drunk enough, we can steal his bed." So, we yelled through the door "Wanna beer?" He said he did so we put 1/2 cup of Jack Daniels and the rest beer. Then we got our comforter and put it in his recliner. He's been a Witness long enough to know that all women are evil. He comes out and there is a beer right by his recliner, and a comforter for him to wrap up in. He just said "Ya'll are trying to steal my bed, aren't ya?" HAHAHAHHAHAAHAH BUSTED!
TO BE CONTINUED
Country Girl:
I so wanna hang out with you guys at the next fest. You don't know how cool you are! Things didn't go as interestingly for me when I got to Dallas like you did, but it all evened out in the end. I totally agree with you wanting to marry everybody. It's making me want to move to Dallas even more. I was trying to get into Badger's good graces *ahem* by chopping his spinach for him. I think no one else helped because he seemed to be in the moment when he was cooking.
I hope I didn't seem too needy, guys! It's just that I get awkward meeting new people and saying good bye after finding out they're a bunch of cool guys as you all are; but I promise I'll have my shit together next time I come back!
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kaykay_mp
