The Meetup. The Bi-Mon-Sci-Fi-Con. The Embiggening. The Dorkfest. Oh My God, I Hate You!

No matter how we refer to this past weekend, all of those present will remember it for the rest of their blogging lives. Or at least until the next time. If they can remember it at all. (In-laws who may be reading should probably skip to the very end where there’s a link to several pictures of your beautiful daughters.)

Several bloggers are big on the cameras and picture-taking, so there is no shortage of photographic documentation of the event. Hell, I even got in on the action with the wife’s Digital Elph. Here are some things I took pictures of:

• There’s an obligatory photograph from the drive up. This particular shot is of Michelle . . . driving. I’d gotten the camera out as we were passing through Sasser, Georgia, in the hope of seeing a second sign to photograph . . . other than the first sign, which had prompted me to get out the camera. I also took a photograph of myself, which, not-so-coincidentally, is not linked here nor on my Flickr site.
• A group shot of bloggers milling about outside the Three Dollar Café. Julia was demonstrating her favorite booze-diving preparation. Ah, Chaser. Estella is playing with hers, I think. Maybe giving it a shake. Or perhaps it’s empty and she’s trying to find another. Which she will surely need. At 3 a.m. When she is still awake. And drinking.
• After the restaurant on Friday, we drove back to CW’s for some after-dinner cocktails. Which, for some people, lasted until a couple hours before breakfast. I snapped this picture as the Party Van was pulling up the driveway. Ah, Styro. Is that the Cocaine Werewolf face she’s making?
• On the evening of the Main Event, Julia staged an experiment using Mentos and Diet Coke. In the cul-de-sac.

Yeah, that’s about it for the pictures I did take. How about the pictures I didn’t take:

• I thought I’d taken some pictures at our Three Dollar Café dinner. Where we were seated on the outside patio at separate pairs of tables. I certainly didn’t take a picture of the wet celery that Styro threw at me. Nor did I shoot a picture of Mark throwing a hunk of bread back (and hitting someplace between Styro and Patricia).
• After dinner, at CW’s, we gathered in the basement to view the Amazing Race clip that, reportedly, is the reason that “any of us are friends.” The oft-watched clip was the genesis for Styro’s “Ohmygod . . . I HATE you” t-shirts. That I have in two colors. But did not photograph.
• There was a moment that I walked out onto the porch and into a discussion about Cleveland Steamers and Chilidogs and Hot Carls and Rusty Trombones. Even mentioning the Dirty Sanchez and Angry Dragon couldn’t take things to the next level. Still there were some nice bewildered looks that could have been photographed.
• Also on the porch, later, in perhaps the only semi-serious moment of the weekend, I sat in on a discussion of race relations with Mark and Styro. I think I tried contribute but I was stammering. Probably from the seriousness.
• The most anticipated (and, thus, underwhelming) event of the Meetup was Asshole / President. We spent an inordinate amount of time arguing about and changing the rules. There was a moment when Styro and I were going back and forth. She stared me down and said, “I will punch you in the fucking face.” I wish I had a picture of the look on her face when she said that.
• Moments later, she was doing the “You’ll never see these again” quote from some movie and she pulled up her shirt and flashed the table. I think Estella got the brunt of it.
• Downstairs, we discovered Michelle and K singing “I Want it That Way.” And then Styro and Estella took on some anal-themed classics like “Mickey” (“You take me by the heart when you fuck me in the ass”) and “Jack and Diane” (“Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of the chilidog is gone”).
• Michelle spent a great deal of time playing Guitar Hero on the Playstation. Despite being (or, perhaps, because) able to play guitar, I sucked at this game very much. But Michelle was loving it. So much so that I almost had to drag her out of the house.

It was a very, very fun time. Many of the things I didn’t photograph, someone else did. There are tons of them here.

1. Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN!

   Posted by rob  on  05/02  at  01:09 PM

2. God, that was a good time, wasn’t it? The boob flashing is from Arrested Development ("Take a good look, Michael! Because this is the LAST TIME!") Caitlin does it better, though.

   And as I recall, you did ACTUALLY have to drag Michelle out of the couch. I don’t know how it happened, but one second you were saying goodbye and the next second Michelle had stealthily poured a 13th cocktail and was downstairs doing “I Love Rock and Roll”.

   Best. Weekend. Ever.

   Posted by estella  on  05/02  at  02:54 PM

3. HA! And by “couch”? I meant “house”. I… I won’t even try.

   Posted by estella  on  05/02  at  02:55 PM

4. no, estella. i think you had it right the first time.

   Posted by  on  05/02  at  03:43 PM

5. the only way i could have enjoyed this more i think is to have cloned myself several times over so i could be at all places at all times. like jesus, but, you know, dirtier. who needs to drink when one can get a second-hand buzz from all the stuff you guys were consuming? :D

   Posted by  on  05/02  at  04:45 PM

6. estella, cw said he was going downstairs and turning on guitar hero.  that’s all it took and there was no stopping her.

   Posted by  on  05/02  at  06:38 PM

7. Next time i will remember to pre-study the rules of ‘HOLE! and prehaps send out a refresher. THEN we’ll get this party started *right*!

   Posted by  on  05/03  at  02:11 PM

8. Oh, Christ, I forgot all about the slang cards!

   Posted by Scott-san  on  05/03  at  02:46 PM

9. Way to dime me out, homeslice.  Way to get janky with it.  Don’t dis my fly shirt!

   Um, fuck.  Apparently I was on my best behavior all weekend, and by “best behavior” I mean, of course, “fucking out of control.” I should probably put my shit on a tighter leash, because NOBODY at that table needed to see my bra that night.  It just seemed like it was the only way to take the joke through to its horrible unfunny end, and thankfully I was right:  everybody covered their eyes in terror. 

   Thank you humans for putting up with me.  I appreciate your generosity of spirit by not killing me with a shovel and throwing me in the creek to be eaten by raccoons.

   Posted by styro  on  05/04  at  11:02 AM

10. PS:  sorry for threatening to punch you in the face, but you were SHOUTING IN MY EAR.  I’m giving you layrngitis again NEXT year. 

    Posted by styro  on  05/04  at  11:03 AM

11. Styro: I’ve been told I get louder as I drink more. Maybe you should keep me from drinking, give me laryngitis, and THEN punch me in the face.

    Posted by Scott-san  on  05/04  at  12:10 PM
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