Spring Fling Photos

I know there was someone else at the gathering last night that had a camera, but I didn't see the flash going off too many times.  If my shots are all there are, I wish I'd taken more.  They do not do the evening justice.  It was a hoot, and Kate and I are already plotting the next one.  Thanks to Fausta and Jim for setting this one up.

In no particular order: 

We were in Princeton, mind you.  We had proper TABLES. 

And proper drinks.  We won't mention (ahem) that SOME people consumed a bottle or five or six of CHOCOLATE VODKA before they even arrived at the PAR-TAY . . .

Fausta has mentioned that it was a death-defying evening.  Here's one reason (besides the CHOCOLATE VODKA): 

Awesome desserts, including the infamous cheddar cheese pie (recipe courtesy of Suzette, preparation courtesy of Mr. Bingley) and Gregor's (or Mrs. Gregor's?) minty-licious brownies.

Things started out nice and civilized.  Here's Fausta and Denny.  Denny, as I explained to him early on, was the reason for my very attendance.  He came all the way from Atlanta and therefore gave me no excuse to claim that Princeton was too far for me to drive on a Saturday night. 

  Obviously, I was not the only one in awe of the Denny factor.  Here, The Bodyguard attempts to get his autograph, although whether Denny actually gave it to him is debateable.   

Denny's "autograph"?????

Oooookayyy.  Things are starting to loosen up a bit at this point in the evening.   D'joo ever read the stuff these two write about/to each other?   You'd think they were mortal enemies.  Instead, I give you this:  EVIDENCE OF OTHERWISE.   

   

Here's where things start to go downhill.  The Bodyguard notices Erica (the High Priestess of Brooklyn) is wearing an "interesting" T-shirt.

Do you notice that there is no link for The Bodyguard?  Hahaha.  He thinks he can remain anonymous because he doesn't have his own blog.  But he does such blog-worthy deeds, that he simply can't escape blog fame-dom.  Here's an example:

Fuggedaboudit, Bodyguard!  You will NEVER live this down!   

Still, he tries to deflect attention to the Sad Old Goth.

And I'm not really sure what happened here, but as I left, I thought I heard a voice, kind of like a tiny fly caught in a web, calling out "Hellllppp Meeeeee!  Helllllp  Meeeeeee!!!"

Anywhoooo . . . I think most of us survived. There were a number of other wonderful people I met who escaped the camera, but will soon be blogrolled.  Fausta has additional pictures, names, links that I missed. 

 

   

Comments

[Kate]

Great pics! I am such a lame-o. I didn't even take one picture! I can't wait for the next one.... gotta be in our neck of the woods..

[Teresa]

Great pictures. Once again Erica and I attend a blogmeet together and there is no picture of us together. Go figure. It was excellent fun and it was terrific to meet you!

[Erica]

Oh, you. Thinking you could pull one over me. You obviously Photoshopped my face onto the person wearing the New Jersey Sucks' body. And the Bodyguard, well...I hear they let him out of his cage sometimes.

I will say, you - as the woman with the camera - must have a some kind of inflated extortion fund with tremendously high yields. :-) Oy.

And seriously, aside from that Irish Peeps rule, I truly loved meeting you. And if you and Kate are already planning the next one, I expect to get my invitation in the mail post haste.

[Suzette]

Too bad that room was so dark that it sucked all the camera light, but boy, that martini sure looks good!

[Fausta]

Woderful pictures, and I'm so glad you made it! We must have another one in the Fall

[Denny]

Shucks! Now you got me all embarrassed. You can tell the Blowneyed Blodgers, like Erica. That's the kind of T-Shirt that we Blowneyes wear. Jimbo classed up. Usually he wears his FUHRC T-shirt. You'll have to make it to one of our Blowneyed Blodgemeets sometime.

[joated]

A pleasure meeting you at Princeton Saturday. Wish I had talked to more people there for longer perods of time. Oh, well, there's always next time. I'm glad you and Fausta took lots of pictures. I brought my camera and never took it out of the case. Such a jerk!

BTW, how did your Tartan Day go?

[Shamrock]

Kate - oh yes. I've been mulling over ideas all day. Devious ones.
Theresa - we can fix that with Photoshop!
Erica - would you please explain that thing about Irish Peeps to the English? They JUST DON'T GET IT.
Suzette - I think the lighting was arranged by Gregor?
Fausta - ask and ye shall receive. We just need to coordinate with the GA folks so as not to steal the crowd from their
blowneyed meets. As if that could happen.
Denny - and well you should be embarrassed, stealing my reason for excuses. But I am SO glad you did! And I was coveting that t-shirt of yours, as well. When I come to GA, I'll bring my best ones. What is the FUHRC shirt? Should I not ask?
Joated - I ran out of time before I could ask about log cabin living. Tartan Day was GREAT. Pictures in about two hours . . .

[Denny]

HRC = Hillary Rodent Clinton. You can figger out the FU.

[RH Potfry]

You guys were in Princeton NJ?

That's like, uh, half an hour from me.

Looks like a great gathering.

RH Potfry
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