A four-hour drive with a free beer waiting on the other end? If it weren't trick-or-treating here tomorrow night, I might seriously consider it.
A five-hour flight with a free beer waiting on the other end? If I weren't waxing my moustaches and going to a lesbian wedding, Friday night, I might seriously consider it.
I don't think you count as a new person for New York meetups, Smearcase.
Well when I was about to leave New York after nine and a half years people told me you're not a New Yorker unless you've lived there ten years, so I'd be a tourist at least. Also I have a beard right now so I'd be in disguise. It works every time in Cosi Fan Tutte.
Well in that case, go right ahead. Or better yet, meet me in Sitka, which is much closer to you than NY (but would probably take a lot longer to get to). We can do heroin and dodge Hasidic gangsters and stuff. And speak Yiddish.
(I really am in Sitka. It is not really like that.)
I haven't seen very much of it. It seems nice enough.
I did see a dam being built. That was cool.
Tell people to spruce up the place.
There's certainly no shortage of spruce.
Given that it's me, Smearcase could cash in the offer of a free beer simply by claiming to be a lurker -- I'd never figure it out.
I will also be in LA next week. I don't know if my audience appeal extends beyond the NYC area though.
Halford might emerge from retirement if you could find a restaurant that served warthog.
I also want to express my appreciation for the line "waxing my moustaches and attending a lesbian wedding" which inexplicably reminds me of the Beach Boys. Perhaps it's a line from an alternative version of "Surfing USA".
I really, really, really, really, really hope Smearcase is really waxing his moustaches and demand pictures.
13: Come, now. By the third time I said hi to you on the A train the "oh shit!" expression was fleeting, barely noticeable.
18: Well the sad truth is I only started growing out my facial hair five weeks in advance, so I'm just waxing tiny little points. There isn't enough there for a proper twirl.
I don't want to start the "it's not the same beard" discussion again, but surely Smearcase, talented though he is, has just the one moustache.
"Waxing his moustaches" is the only phrase I remember from the one Poirot mystery I tried to read when I was a kid. Or maybe it was "trimming his moustaches."
The Talented Mr. Smearcase, coming soon to theaters in SoMa.
I was indeed thinking of Poirot!
19: With a newly waxed moustache I'd be good for another couple of meetings worth of confusion.
I think. I've never actually had a newly waxed moustache myself.
21 refuted by the phrases in 22.
28 hinting at two differently stupid and juvenile double entendres (although apparently triple entendre is a thing).
LB's moustache has never known a world in which it was unwaxed.
My uncle waxes his moustaches. Maybe I can arrange for him to run into LB on the train.
29: I'm now snickering over a Kipling short story where the superior desirability of making out with men with waxed moustaches is a plot point.
Have fun! I miss these meetups.
My business plan to sell artisanal moustache wax to hipsters in Brooklyn. Let me dust it off and show you it.
Let me dust it off and show you it.
"I have a medical condition."
I have a distant cousin, whom I've never met, who lives in Sitka. I see from the internet that she lives with a female life partner -- with the recent change in Alaska law, and a compelling presentation of the T&S show, including wax, perhaps a wedding can be had.
At an uncharacteristically crowded FS. Am I here first, or am I missing someone?
I am participating in this meetup the same way Emerson and I met up with Smearcase a couple of weekends ago, as in, we happened to be in different places. That is, Emerson and I were in one place and Smearcase in another. I hadn't realized until that night that that brewery had multiple locations.
37: I leave in an hour, so probably am not available to attend a lesbian wedding. Plus I'm fresh out of wax.
Not quite mustache wax, but I complimented a barista on his beard today, and he offered me some of this new beard oil he's been using. I tried it, and it seems to have made my beard softer to the touch. On the other hand, the beard oil smells funny.
Sorry but my smartphone is ancient so no liveblogging from me. But it was a good time with ajay and JM and Blandings and LB and the other Chris who is no longer bald showed up.
We talked about a lot of stuff but I'll give you this tidbit: we got weird looks from two dudes at one of the tables near us on account of our extended conversation regarding the Paris Christmas buttplug.
He was never bald, he just had a shaven head.
So I made it home from Sitka. I did actually have a chance to see some of the town this afternoon; I'll probably post photos somewhere at some point.
Sitka sounds like a Russian word but is not. The Wikipedia entry contains an amusingly tortured sentence about the etymology.
He didn't show up last night, and I haven't seen him commenting lately. So, no? (Note to teraz: if you're lurking, this is your cue to pipe up.)