Yeah, Joe spent about $50-$60 on drinks. That seems exceptionally low.
Gunn: The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing. You never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it like it was up to you—the world in balance—'cause you never know when it is.
'Underneath'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Aims - Jun 03, 2004 11:43:56 am PDT #4941 of 9999
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Ginger - Jun 03, 2004 11:44:11 am PDT #4942 of 9999
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
That number really doesn't look right. I spent more than $20 too.
deborah grabien - Jun 03, 2004 11:44:59 am PDT #4943 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Why do I have the feeling that the hotel is underreporting what was actually spent?
Vortex - Jun 03, 2004 11:46:14 am PDT #4944 of 9999
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
It might not be the hotel, it might be the bartender. I remember a mess at the beginning when he didn't have change, so he was using tip money, etc.
JohnSweden - Jun 03, 2004 11:46:46 am PDT #4945 of 9999
I can't even.
Yikes, I think I spent like 30% of the cash taken in by the bar.
t tries to feign surprise. Fails.
Tell, tell!
Okay, then. So our university residence people liked to have "Milk and Cookies/Tuck-ins" organized between twinned floors of the all-men and the all-women residences. One of the guys on our floor (the floor senior) was a cynical rat bastard who hated this stuff. He also disliked the guy whose girlfriend at the female residence was one of the organizers.
During one "tuck-in", to the consternation of the assembled, he did a tour of the halls and went into this guy's room as his tuck-in was in progress and sat on the bed. Wearing a sock. Just a sock. The boyfriend says to him (among other things), "Dave, that was a scrutty thing to do." And from that day forward, he was no longer Dave. He had no name except The Scrut.
deborah grabien - Jun 03, 2004 11:48:11 am PDT #4946 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Either way, I think the hotel should be notified about it. Because if there was a quota and they're claiming it wasn't met, we could be on the hook.
For the record, I spent nothing at the bar. I was wiped by the DC heat and humidity and all I could deal with was water. Alcohol, even under good circs, dehydrates, and I was already feeling as husked as a cicada.
NoiseDesign - Jun 03, 2004 11:50:25 am PDT #4947 of 9999
Our wings are not tired
I had at least a dozen drinks, probably more. That's $72 at least.
Lee - Jun 03, 2004 11:58:31 am PDT #4948 of 9999
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I spent at least $35
Toddson - Jun 03, 2004 12:01:23 pm PDT #4949 of 9999
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
I was talking to some friends and we decided that cicadas are the teenagers of the insect world - they're awkward, noisy, and think of nothing but sex. After all - they ARE 17!
Hil R. - Jun 03, 2004 12:07:19 pm PDT #4950 of 9999
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Dude, I got drunk enough to dance.
And I missed this?