The Steampunk World
Many moons ago, the Pope mentioned that he would stop by for a weekend, and made it clear that he didn't want a big bru-ha-ha, so don't invite anybody. Well, many people found out he was coming and just decided to show up. So if you're wondering why you didn't get an invitation this weekend, it's because noone did- everyone who did come just showed up.
Singular put a ton of effort into arranging the event, taking off work to clean the place, planning the weekend (a very successful tactic: "Do your own thing, meet us at 4" rather than planning out the whole day), arranging the party, even placing a catering order that had to be cancelled due to an unfortunate car repair bill. I was the designated drinker. We were full of whiskey when we got into town, and within an hour of our arrival, everyone was over at our place with a drink in hand. Katan had originally been denied permission to come, his mother citing the potential for dismemberment, but I managed on the phone to convince her (by extolling the virtues of our group to Katan, which were then relayed to mom) to simply send Katan over with a chaperone. A good idea whenever minors are involved. It worked out great, and Katan turned out to be a really funny guy. Shadrock, however, was a little quieter, perhaps because with me and Nosuch and Perkusi and the Pope around, you really gotta yell to get a word in edgewise.
A funny thing happened while I was sitting on the porch waiting for strangers to show up from all over town- my "guy" called and said he'd stop by with a delivery. I was praying- "please don't show up at the same time, please don't show up at the same time" because I couldn't imagine trying to pass it off as anything else but the illegal transaction it was:
"Uh, that's a, uh, business associate of mine, and I'm just gonna go sit in his car for a few minutes..."
Fortunately, he arrived in between guest arrivals. Whew!
Off we went to Bandera. Again, picked, reserved, and arranged by Singular. She couldn't have done a better job- our long table was right by the window overlooking the Magnificent Mile. The food was toe-curlingly good. The bill came to about $40 a person, which I think shocked some folks, sorry- wasn't it worth it? There were 15 of us, but a $600 check will cause a heart to leap no matter how many ways you split it. Kinda like when I got my hotel bill on Saturday, and the totals were given in the far right column, and I about had a heart attack- each line was successively more! Dumbass. That's the CUMULATIVE total, idiot, not the line total! Can't ya read a chart?
After dinner, back ta home, and drink until the wee hours. More to come.
Singular put a ton of effort into arranging the event, taking off work to clean the place, planning the weekend (a very successful tactic: "Do your own thing, meet us at 4" rather than planning out the whole day), arranging the party, even placing a catering order that had to be cancelled due to an unfortunate car repair bill. I was the designated drinker. We were full of whiskey when we got into town, and within an hour of our arrival, everyone was over at our place with a drink in hand. Katan had originally been denied permission to come, his mother citing the potential for dismemberment, but I managed on the phone to convince her (by extolling the virtues of our group to Katan, which were then relayed to mom) to simply send Katan over with a chaperone. A good idea whenever minors are involved. It worked out great, and Katan turned out to be a really funny guy. Shadrock, however, was a little quieter, perhaps because with me and Nosuch and Perkusi and the Pope around, you really gotta yell to get a word in edgewise.
A funny thing happened while I was sitting on the porch waiting for strangers to show up from all over town- my "guy" called and said he'd stop by with a delivery. I was praying- "please don't show up at the same time, please don't show up at the same time" because I couldn't imagine trying to pass it off as anything else but the illegal transaction it was:
"Uh, that's a, uh, business associate of mine, and I'm just gonna go sit in his car for a few minutes..."
Fortunately, he arrived in between guest arrivals. Whew!
Off we went to Bandera. Again, picked, reserved, and arranged by Singular. She couldn't have done a better job- our long table was right by the window overlooking the Magnificent Mile. The food was toe-curlingly good. The bill came to about $40 a person, which I think shocked some folks, sorry- wasn't it worth it? There were 15 of us, but a $600 check will cause a heart to leap no matter how many ways you split it. Kinda like when I got my hotel bill on Saturday, and the totals were given in the far right column, and I about had a heart attack- each line was successively more! Dumbass. That's the CUMULATIVE total, idiot, not the line total! Can't ya read a chart?
After dinner, back ta home, and drink until the wee hours. More to come.
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