Come one, come... well, I can't think of a good pun there? Anyway! Tonight in Washington D.C.! People are coming together! At the Looking Glass Lounge! 3634 Georgia Avenue NW! After 5:30 p.m. and onwards! There will be bourbon balls.
Come one, come... well, I can't think of a good pun there? Anyway! Tonight in Washington D.C.! People are coming together! At the Looking Glass Lounge! 3634 Georgia Avenue NW! After 5:30 p.m. and onwards! There will be bourbon balls.
"Have you tickled them?"
"I have tickled them!"
actually these are the rare balls that tickle your tongue, not vice versa
And you can pickle them.
If you see a confused redhead, wave me over. Might be a little late!
wishlist:
1. Drunk and obnoxious Republican Congressional Aide/s, preferably on phone-quality video
2. Ana Marie Cox sighting
3. Afterparty pics with Giant Abe Lincoln
4. Crude Rahm Emanuel jokes scribbled on cocktail napkin
5. Joe Biden jokes and Larry Craig's digits from the bathroom wall
get to work
Also: pics of someone who looks like me feeding someone who looks like Rahm Emanuel bourbon balls, clothing optional.
And someone drink an old fashioned for me. I miss you guys already!
Also, please stick around, kids? Gonna rush my damnedest to get uptown at a reasonable time from the office in lovely Falls Church, VA!
Coming from McLean, where I work with the warmongers. See you on the Orange Line?
Oh, there will be sticking around.
It's a plan then!
Wow, you're in FC? Close by, dude. Sorry I couldn't make it.
If there was a meetup of New York Post commenters would it immediately erupt in an orgy of violence or would a leader emerge (e.g. Lord of the Flies)...followed by an orgy of violence.
I realize nobody here knows me, but I'll be there! I look like a guy, wearing this shirt: http://www.joshspear.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/looped_detail2.jpg
I'll be there in a shirt that says "HERE IS MY GARBAGE, SORRY"
I, too, will be there although nobody here knows me!
THEY SHALL
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Art, you and I need to have a KC commenters' bawl.
Okay, I'm heading out and over there now - look for a fat girl, reddish curly hair, black dress, blue necklace. Be there in a halfhourish.
And email me at cherrispryte at gmail dot com in case of calamity.
*call me
I can't make it until around 8.
I'm looking forward to this even as I'm prepared for the awkwardness of initially approaching the group.
Forgot to add, I will be the guy wearing a bear suit.
I'll be the homeless guy about a block away. Drag me in to the bar. If I insist that I am not Capt. Fantastic, just keep buying me drinks. I'll pay you back later.
I am glad this running tickling 'thing' happened after the other Bawls, because I *can't even JOKE* about tickling passably. The whole IDEA of tickling makes me check the locks and clear my cache.
Well I think I can officially call this a rousing success? Hooray for everyone who showed up, you all were incredibly delightful.
God, it ended at 11? Geez...
I think I need to head up to the north east to remind everyone how to really party.
I am disappointed that the info didn't go out till 4PM - I was off work and drinking at 3:30, and missed the entire thing.
It was absolutely a success. Multiple icings of bros. Commenters hooking up. Listicles galore. Bourbon balls.
Great to meet all who attended.
Yes, lovely to meet you all! Let's do it again sometime. Special thanks to Cherri for the organization and the bourbon balls and the multi-credit-card check wrangling.