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

Could anyone who has a few pics e-mail them to me, please?

Canadian Press just called and apparently they heard about the outing.

Mystery guest wants to do a story.

 

Okay, finally got back from Niagara Fallls (okay, we were back by two but I went to sleep after I caught up on the thread).

I know I'm going to forget some people and some events but here goes:

-- Patchs, your a perv. Keep in mind that you got back to the hotel later than I did on Saturday night.

-- DoubleJ has great jokes.

-- OrangeHat and his dad were great.

-- I owe PaperDoll a huge apology for ditching her on Saturday. I'll make it up on your next trip to Ithaca.   Oh yeah, and The Boy is funny as shit.

-- I love HC because she gave me directions at least 400 times. Dr. J loves JR because JR loves books. We both love both of them because we had a great time.

-- Dooley attracts people on busses.

-- I shared one of the funniest moments of the weekend with Ragu watching Pete literally run all over Yonge St. scouting for an open Tim Hortons at 2:30 a.m.

-- Spnited is one funny mofo no matter what IJAG says.  ;D Except for his pic of nipplegate came out fuzzy. I know someone can have fun with the quote function on that one.

-- It was hysterical to watch IJAG, Sam, Sxy and Wicked interact. You could tell they spent hours in a car together. Funny, funny shit.

-- I didn't really get to talk to Pete, SamMills, Huggy, Maple Sugar and CraddleRobber, but from what I saw you guys kicked ass too.

-- I'm inviting IJAG to my home town so she can obsess about the minor leaguers. They may not stretch like Ichiro, but they're still pretty hot and you don't have to watch from a far.

-- Eating at Centro was possibly the high point of my life. On a side note, Dr. J spent over $400 of our $600 budget on food and beer.

-- Jones has good taste in underwear.

-- So much for the stereotypes that all sports writers are fat and bald. There were some hotties on our trip. We're still all weird, but hey we're a pretty sexy bunch.

-- I think that's it.

 

Hahahahahahah.

BTW, thanks wicked.


Oh I know what I forgot. Moddy, we used your tickets on Friday night. Thank you so much. It was my first time at a major league anything and I nearly fainted when I saw I big-time stadium. Awesome.

 

No, he was at the adult (okay, the adult-acting) table.

 

Farmer, you know I appreciate the offer. But I don't worry about baseball players unless they stretch like Ichiro.

 

I just realized one of my co-workers here could give IJAG and Sxy a run for their money in the crazy department. My departing greeting to her: "Have fun with your nuts." Long story, and I'm intentionally omitting the context.

 

Hey! I'm fucked up in a delightful way!

 

Wow.

Wicked wouldn't know.

 

OK, here are the quotes.

First, the non-IJAG quotes.

"How did I become the SportsJournalists.com whore?" -- Farmer J, after getting a $20 tossed her way by Ragu.
"My ass don't stink." -- Unknown, after [victim's name deleted to protect innocent] admitted to smelly flatulence.
"I do hate people, but I love Canadians." -- Dr. J
"If Dr. J hates people but loves Canadians, that means Canadians are not people." -- Orange Hat Bobcat
"My nickname in high school was Nip -- beat that." -- Farmer J
"Smell this! It smells like urine!" -- Farmer J on her adult beverage
"Now that [the fucking old dickhead   ] has left, is this the kid's table?" -- Orange Hat Bobcat
"My husband has a thing for Asian chicks. He's in heaven in this city." -- Farmer J

(Shit, I've just realized that Farmer J had a LOT of quotes.)

The IJAG section:

"I could drink out of Elliotte every day."
"I will come in your pocket."
"By the fifth day, they were shrunken and black."
"Funny thing is, I don't like dark meat." (Farmer J responded by noting: "And I like the dark meat ... ")
"I do men." -- IJAG, when asked by an Irishman what she would do if she ever visited Vancouver.
"Oh, I know how to do it."

I have sig quotes for a year, at least.

 

Was that the Elliotte quote? I thought it had something to do with a mouthful of...oh well. I think I was still drunk on Sunday's trip home.

And the exchange with the Irishman went as follows:

Me: "So you're from Vancouver? So if I decide to go there, I could ask you for things to do?"
Him (In "100% Irish" shirt): "Yep."
Me: "OK, so what should I do in Vancouver?"
Him: "What do you like to do?"
Me: "Nothing. I don't like to do anything."
LONG PAUSE
Me: "Men. I do men."

I was going to say "fuck if I care, I was never going to see that guy again" but reading back over it, my explanation doesn't really make it look any better.

 

;D

Wow, I did have a lot of quotes. Get a few beers in me and that's what happens.