Back in our salad days of last June or whatever, we drove around the country, buying you beer. Mostly, this was so we could have a vacation and call it a work expense, except it actually kind of was work. When we lost a man in Kansas, there was no waiting with her until she had de-alcohol-poisoned herself. Nope. There were people waiting on us in Norman, because FUCKING SCHEDULE, and we had to leave Miss Lisa Wines in her hotel room. TO DIE.
Once again, I'll make the drive down to SF to meet the Trix (and now the Executive Trix!?) Last time was awesome. I vaguely remember Editrix sitting on my lap for a moment, but I can't remember what I did to make that happen, or what I did that made it no longer continue to happen. Anyway, count me in!
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do. Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too. (Sadly, I live on the other side of the continent.)
I remember the drinky thing in Boston. It was at a "college" bar. I was the oldest person there. I think I was the oldest person in a three block radius. And did those pesky kids ask for my wisdom? NO THEY DID NOT. My point is ... um ... i forgot.
ah, memories...
Is this for realz? Because I need to make a room reservation somewhere, and I'd just as soon be close.
Once again, I'll make the drive down to SF to meet the Trix (and now the Executive Trix!?) Last time was awesome. I vaguely remember Editrix sitting on my lap for a moment, but I can't remember what I did to make that happen, or what I did that made it no longer continue to happen. Anyway, count me in!
Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, they really do. Yeah, they really want you, they really want you, but I do too. (Sadly, I live on the other side of the continent.)
Hopefully you will all live through this.
As do I. There is no way that the Drinky Thing will ever venture into this Dismal Wilderness.
Not a Hole lot.
Oh, c'mon, someone had to say it.
You already did San Francisco. If you do it right, once is enough.
I remember the drinky thing in Boston. It was at a "college" bar. I was the oldest person there. I think I was the oldest person in a three block radius. And did those pesky kids ask for my wisdom? NO THEY DID NOT. My point is ... um ... i forgot.
Goddamn wrong coasters get all the perks. . . :(
Also, too: I might show up to one of these. If I can get some time off of work.
New boss is working me pretty hard...
Please to nail down the SF venue soon-ish. I have to get, as they say, a room.
you could always switch to Kinja...