I thnk it was Turgid Jacobian over Memorial Day weekend. Was mentioned near the end of a recent thread.
Myself, Bonsaisue, and our two squirrely progeny are planning to be in NYC over Memorial Day weekend. We'll be coming the Thursday and leaving Monday. Would there be any interest in a Mineshaftian ingathering?
Two comments later some asshole tried to use it in a joke which probably erased it from your memory, LB.
x. trapnel, did your earlier-thread comment mean you're leaving Europe indefinitely just as I'm visiting there (toward the end of this month)?
I'll be back in town before Memorial Day weekend and would try hard to make it to a meetup then.
I was going to email you in case you didn't see the post -- you were so good at setting things up when you lived here.
I would be the worlds worst cruise director. I can't set anything social up without going into a spiral of "Eh, probably no one else wants to."
10.last: Right, and why anyone would want to do something social with someone who is not enthusiastic about it is a mystery. Not to confuse that with the kidnapping/"talked into it" continuum.
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I wish I were making this up, but I'm not. Sitting in a hotel bar in -- let's call it "a wealthy petropolis in Western Asia" -- the DJ just played Rebecca Black's "Friday", and people were rocking out to it.
I suppose it's only fair: their exports poisoned our bodies, our exports poisoned their souls.
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Nosflow is correct in 7; I have no plans to return to Europe, except in a vague "it might be nice someday" sense (and my sister's just bought a house in Austria).
So, yes, Friday works for me, too. Fresh Salt is fine, as is my old neighborhood bar, Pacific Standard, which is apparently having poetry readings tonight (one co-owner was a poetry grad-student).
Let's stick with Fresh Salt -- I'm lazy and cranky about leaving my neighborhood. It's Friday, so I can slink out of work earlyish... see people there around 6, or whenever you get there?
Lass mich die erste zu sagen sein, dass die NYC-leute X. kennenlernen sollen. I liked him a lot!
Hey, my neighborhood has a seal!
Apparently there was one around in 2009 as well. Also.
Okay. Tomorrow/Friday, then, at Fresh Salt. 6ish or something like that.
The problem with seals is, they're wont to compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. And what the fuck does that even mean?
I always thought it was "a kiss from a rose on the grave." But apparently not.
15: Wait, HD Lurker is a Maedchen ("die erste")?.
What, the time I tried to get trapnel to bring me yarn didn't give it away?
What, the time I tried to get trapnel to bring me yarn didn't give it away?
Sexist.
I'll be there.
By my watch, the tipsy liveblogging is twenty-four minutes late. LET'S DO THIS.
In news that's tipsy-adjacent, I discovered today that I've been buying wine at the wrong shops for the last three years. Or at least failing to buy wine at the one shop that, even from the first glance, I knew was the right one.
Feh. Goddamn bike got grease on my skirt when I took it out of the trunk of the cab. I liked that skirt.
Other than that, a pleasant evening.
Too late!
(And I can't even go near a bike that some grease doesn't leap onto my pants leg.)
Sorry i was late! Nice to see folks; sorry to hear about the grease incident!
the grease incident
Tell me more! Tell me more!
31, 32: Although it occurs to me (too late) that LB may have been liveblogging the grease incident...
