― JM, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jess, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
But if the date's not set in stone, I'm assuming you'd all much rather meet Ned, the wanker.
― Nitsuh, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Ok, since I'm ignorant, you can make fun of me now.
― Gage-o, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh, you blame me now, you punk. Out out, damned spot!
Maybe another Chicago meet-up is the answer and we can all meet in the middle of the country. During summer, thanks.
― Sterling Clover, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― David Raposa, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 18 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― bnw, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I suppose we could meet at a record shop, so they're would be less anxiety.
― Gage-o, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― David Raposa, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And I am not a motormouth -- I just sit around looking smug much of the time
― JM, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
We should meet up downtown though.
― Ally, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Damn, this is only 19ish days away, too.
― Otis Wheeler, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
ok, i'm joking. no marlboros.
― Wheeler, Wednesday, 19 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Yes, I am being purposefully dramatic. This is going to be the best fucking meet up in the history, better than Potion. Where are we meeting? I hope at a real hellhole, like Good World, or Peter's.
Tracer. Back me up, yo.
― JM, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
How about my freaky Greek neighborhood in Long Island City? You've never heard Greek Techno booming from a Toyota Camry? Sheeit.
― Gage-o, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And Wheeler, I'll give you a fucking pin, calm down, I have most excellent ones. And my cookies are goddamned motherfucking fantastic, I mean these are the best ones yet, the ones I brought to work. You'll see on Christmas, they're like the best things anyone could ever eat.
But don't you want some of this Godiva? I can't eat 2 lbs of damned chocolate by myself! Just don't eat the starfish, I like those.
― Ally, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Anyhow, I meant to write this in my last post but got too busy talking about my most fantastic cookies yet. Listen, I think we should pick a place downtown because DOWNTOWN NEEDS OUR BUSINESS, I get mail every damn day stating as much. So let's go downtown, but preferably a place with a good jukebox. And by "good jukebox" I don't mean that bar where I met Wheeler where someone insisted on playing Johnny Fucking Cash instead of Daft Punk and Britney, I mean a jukebox that I would like and could monopolise the entire time.
Thank you all for your assistance in this important matter.
Seriously when it comes closer to the time and I finish up this holiday bullshit I'll look up some places, I promise.
PROVIDED, there are no trips to seedy locales in queens which feature surly waitstaff and shiny europopdisco. (although i haven't played the "gay?...or eurotrash? game in a while.")
― jess, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
and no euro-techno-pop. no no no no.
― Otis Wheeler, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Alex in NYC, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Thursday, 20 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Saturday, 22 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― jess, Saturday, 22 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
What say we begin by finalizing the day as Saturday night somewhere in the Village (if we aren't coming down to Brooklyn, at least let's stay the hell out of Downtown, 'coz it's so NOT interesting there).
― JM, Saturday, 22 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― JM, Sunday, 23 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Wheeler, Sunday, 23 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Gage-o, Monday, 24 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Actually, Joei and I can't come down in January, anyway. I don't think we'll be able to leave the state until April.
― Dan Perry, Monday, 24 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
ALLY: Start suggesting places.
― JM, Tuesday, 25 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― helenfordsdale, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tracer, do you have nothing better to do? I mean, you're going to loiter in Grand Central for an hour? What the hell? (Ramon wants to know, btw. I actually hadn't even thought about it, weirdly)
― Ally, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― David Raposa, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
somehow, yr hearts will go on.
― jess, Thursday, 10 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Friday, 11 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ally, Saturday, 12 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh, and it was a pleasure meeting y'all and some blah blah blah.
― David Raposa, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tracer's compounding fuck-ups cicatrized thanks to the fact that Tracer is a good egg. That and the three dollar pints of O.S. Hen.
I echo Dave in my pleasure at meeting you all. We'll meet again soon, pref. in Brooklyn, or maybe Ally can organize a crawl of the vilest bars of Amsterdam Avenue.
― Benjamin, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nitsuh, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sterling Clover, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Anyhow, I will be planning all meet ups from now on and refuse to go to a meet anywhere that I haven't pre-approved. I mean, first he picks a place that is CLOSED, then he picks a place that is A) incredibly ridiculous full B) has bad waitstaff C) has crappy food (unless you LIKED your $6 grass, Tracer) D) NO ALCOHOL! The bar we eventually went to wasn't bad and was very inexpensive - but definitely wasn't worth all that trouble. Coming right on the heels of the Good World/Sanrio Mall thing. So I will decide all from now on, official. Because MY planned meet ups have all gone swimmingly.
How are you feeling now anyhow, Tracer? You were pretty miserable the other day.
― Ally, Sunday, 13 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh. Well, if Ned's gonna be there, than I'll pass on a meetup.
I WANT SOME FIGHTING GODDAMNIT.
― Ally, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
MEAN. *cries*
I'll be buying my tickets tomorrow. 15th through 18th = glorious madness.
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
As it turns out, the only spirit in the Amaretto Sour is the Amaretto itself.
I liked Neddy the barman, and as I've said I especially liked the ultra cheap pints, but he really had no idea how to make a drink.
― Benjamin, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Oh and ned, they rocked so very hard indeed. Same as it ever was.
― Sterling Clover, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And, damn, Tracer, thanks for the kind words. Who's this organ player friend, though? I am, as they say, intrigued.
― David Raposa, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― chaki, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Nitsuh, Monday, 14 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I'm all for basking in the glow of the Cat's Miaow, for damn sure. Saturday wasn't geeked-out enough for my tastes (WTF is with all the fancy foreign film talk, you damn dilletantes?) - we need more obtrusive & exclusionary pop blather.
Lord, I forgot that salient fact about Nitsuh. That means he's a Bounder as well.
Someone here is always all surprised when I haven't heard something. Let it be known, once and for all: I have not heard all that much music. Seriously.
Not good enough. We need you to hear everything. :-)
What does this mean?
And I have heard The Cat's Miaow and find them lovely.
― JM, Tuesday, 15 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tracer Hand, Tuesday, 15 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Sean Carruthers, Monday, 3 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Sean Carruthers, Thursday, 6 June 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)