May. 20th, 2019 12:32 pm
Bears in town
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muckefuckSo it was another busy social weekend. Friday was dinner with the "Begrüßungskommittee" for itchwoot et al. at Pub 626. It's not a great place, but [Unknown site tag] knew that it could easily accommodate a large group (in multiple senses). As the employees kept adding tables to seat more Men of Size, I braced myself for the Question and it finally came in the form of, "Do all of you own Harley Davidson motorcycles or something?"
I got sat near the newcomers and I think I made a fair impression. I spoke a bit of French to one of them and when he asked if I knew it, I replied, "J'parle le français comme ein chien cadien." He seemed bemused. Later, I got to show off my reading knowledge after we'd retired to their hosts' house to play games and watch videos. Their pick was a French fail compilation and we were translating the captions on the fly for the benefit of the room.
I was delighted to learn that the second of the games we played was a version of Balderdash because--as I confessed after crushing my competitors--"I'm really good at lying." After that, I strolled a ways with the couple who'd flown in from Nebraska to surprise them. We ended up having such a promising chat that I messaged them Sunday morning and invited them to brunch at Smack Dab.
To my surprise, they accepted and we ended up having a rather interesting conversation as they tried to make plans with the others who were still shaking off sleep. We ended up eight bears strong and then everyone went off in different directions--some to Steamworks, some to the zoo for a Pokémon event, and me back home.
I'm still trying to set something up with the Anglo-French duo. I think they may have just been being nice when they floated Tuesday morning breakfast but I intend to find out. I still haven't given up on meetingurso, but I haven't heard a peep since he left for Peoria so I don't expect anything to come of that either.
itchwoot et al. at Pub 626. It's not a great place, but [Unknown site tag] knew that it could easily accommodate a large group (in multiple senses). As the employees kept adding tables to seat more Men of Size, I braced myself for the Question and it finally came in the form of, "Do all of you own Harley Davidson motorcycles or something?"I got sat near the newcomers and I think I made a fair impression. I spoke a bit of French to one of them and when he asked if I knew it, I replied, "J'parle le français comme ein chien cadien." He seemed bemused. Later, I got to show off my reading knowledge after we'd retired to their hosts' house to play games and watch videos. Their pick was a French fail compilation and we were translating the captions on the fly for the benefit of the room.
I was delighted to learn that the second of the games we played was a version of Balderdash because--as I confessed after crushing my competitors--"I'm really good at lying." After that, I strolled a ways with the couple who'd flown in from Nebraska to surprise them. We ended up having such a promising chat that I messaged them Sunday morning and invited them to brunch at Smack Dab.
To my surprise, they accepted and we ended up having a rather interesting conversation as they tried to make plans with the others who were still shaking off sleep. We ended up eight bears strong and then everyone went off in different directions--some to Steamworks, some to the zoo for a Pokémon event, and me back home.
I'm still trying to set something up with the Anglo-French duo. I think they may have just been being nice when they floated Tuesday morning breakfast but I intend to find out. I still haven't given up on meeting
urso, but I haven't heard a peep since he left for Peoria so I don't expect anything to come of that either.Tags: