SJ.com Outing, er, GetTogether, Toronto, July 14-16

And BTW, this is how tired I was, I clicked post on this one about midnight, and left my laptop, never seeing, the "Someone else has posted..." message.
So 9 hours later...
Anyways, it's good to see everyone made it home in 1 piece.
It was so cool to meet so many of us, to be able to put together names, faces, and wow, voices with screen names.
I wish you could have seen it.
When we were walking around Toronto at 3 a.m., looking for an open Tim's, no one wanted the night to end. We were all having such a great time, we would have done anything for a bar that served (sucks that 2 a.m. is closing) 24/7.
If someone could have bought a case and the rooms were bigger than phone booths, we would have sat until 8 a.m. talking.
It was that good.
And BTW, Maple Sugar, I bet you regret your choice of footwear, you'll be wearing flats on the next outting?

 

That's why my ears were burning!

 

As requested by Cradle Robber (posted without context, because it's more fun that way):

"You know the first time you say something I don't agree with, you're going to be a nipplelicker." -- Ragu to FarmerJ

"What's a donkey punch?" -- sxy

"I'm black from the waist down." -- wicked

"(Farmer J), there's nothing wrong with YOU licking YOUR nipples ... it's him!" -- spnited, pointing at Double J.

"I'm just some innocent Catholic girl who can lick her nipple ... what do I know?" -- FarmerJ

"Ouch. My groin hurts." -- wicked

"She's a pretty good lay." -- Ragu on 21

"Just it's just in my head." -- Dr. J on "The Pirate"

"Come on baby, donkey punch me." -- Ragu to FarmerJ

"Darlene Connor's tight!" -- wicked

"I can't believe it's not butter ... AAAARRRRGGGHHH!" -- Dr. J

"Speaking of that, let's go down to Jarvis Street and get hookers. It will save us having to tag team." -- Double J

"I could SO see her in some leather." -- sxy

"Because you're fucked up ... in a delightful way." -- wicked to me




I know wicked had a page and an e-mail of his own to add. We'll see when he wakes up.

 

And then there was the oft-repeated IJAG (channeling her pal BY[D]H) line for every comment a certain person made about her:

"Shut the fuck up, old man!"

 

Don't forget how I called you yesterday evening to make sure you didn't fall and break a hip at the game. Then, when you said you were in traffic, I said I hoped you didn't pack all your diapers!

 

Not to mention how you grabbed my ass during the group picture

 

May-December (of 1895) romance, anyone?

 

HA! You said you weren't IN the group picture!!!!

 

What do you expect? The guy's so old he doesn't remember yesterday.

 

As the caffeine kicks in and the weekend induced haze begins to lift, my short-term memory (that's what goes first, ya know) is slowly returning.
I sort of recall being in Toronto for a few days.

 

Wanna make a Pizza Pizza run?