Official SJ.com Las Vegas gathering, April 1-April 3, 2007

I drunk dialed the Vegas crew and they ate at In and Out recently and that makes me very bitter. Plus, I have to lay off BuckDub some because he did watch some baseball today - though not the Yankees game at 10 a.m. PDT - so he is not completely off the hook.

 

Random quotes from Vegas: "I am NOT talking about bestiality!" ... "I can't help it if you don't like anal sex; that's not my problem." ... "Oh, I've been in worse positions before." ... "I can't suck it anymore." ... "We're not gay; we just play it on the board." ... "Is that still sticky?" ... "What kind of fetish does this fucker have?"

 

"I've dated women with proveably nice, demonstrably nice feet, dammit."

 

I am so sad. I was so exhausted last night I went to bed before midnight ET. I woke up at 7:15 (for no reason at all) and had a drunk voice mail from joe from like 4 a.m. ET. Emphasis on drunk. And apparently, according to his message, it's not just leather pants...but leather pants AND an irridescent green shirt.

So sorry I missed it.

 

i think i got only one drunk text... oh wait, i initiated that one because, well, i had crazy story. which, well, at some point may get its own thread

 

tease.

 

lol. yeah. what he said.

 

Home. Dear god, I think I'm still drunk from last night or this morning or the airport or something. Still have on the leather pants and irridescent green shirt that all the women absolutely love. Fuck, I need a drink.
Great times had by all, and many thanks to the folks who showed up. But soon we need to have an intervention with buckdub about his phone.
Love,
Darling Joe

 

Alas, the motherfuckers were not even doing the bungee jumping anymore, as in, like, two years, the front desk woman at Circus Circus said. Sad sad sad. That was going to be this year's Christmas card. Now it will just have to be the toxicology report on my poor liver.

 

The leather pants and irredescent shirt were awesome. If he'd been 15 years younger and had a coupla tats . . .

 

Is everyone home, or on their way?

 

Came home to find that I had somehow left my fridge door open about an inch -- since I left Thursday morning. Nothing spoiled, but my damn beer is warmish, so now it's getting back into fighting shape by sitting in my freezer. Son of a ...