You guys are great! Thank you very much for the feedback.
Almost makes it seem like we are there with you.
Keep on - keepin on HAVING FUN!
BBB
My stomach is about to burst from eating too much of biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, and country potatoes at the Calico restaurant. Thomas joined us after getting in so late. Walter drove to the airport to pick up Thomas around 5 a.m. when his plane was delayed five hours. A2Kers are so kind to each other. Eva, Osso, JohnBoy, Roger and Thomas are going to walk around Old Town. Others are riding the tram to the peak of the Sandias. The Shewolf family made it to the breakfast. The Mrs. is feeling a little better. The Bean is more sweet and beautiful than you can imagine. The PDiddies and Mame are driving to Santa Fe. Dys, Diane and I are party poopers and drove home to recover.
The Whoopie crowd will gather for a barbeque this afternoon at Sally Dog's house. My contribution to the food are some new hybrid apricot-plum fruit. They are delicious. I will bring some cherries if I haven't eaten them before I drive to Dys-Diane's house.
BBB
If every there was a prime market for GPS devices in cars, this crowd would be it! There were 3 cars in my hotel parking lot and we still managed to lose each other for 5 minutes or so.
We met this morning again at the Calico Cafe for breakfast. Dys, Osso, Thomas (yeah!), Roger. Eva, the Shewolf clan, Johnboy, Diane and BBB.
The PDiddies and Walter took off early for Santa Fe and several others went down to Old Town for a couple hours. Mame's been down there since the morning.
Later this afternoon Dys and Diane are having a low-key cookout. Everyone will be responsible for grilling their meat to their own likeness (an old joke). We will try again for the tramway, perhaps, tomorrow.
The weather has been so cooperative. Sunny, mild with a bit of a breeze.
Sounds great.
The updates are so nice.
Thanks everyone!
I also enjoy reading the reports. Quite a group! I don't blame BBB, Diane, and Dys for taking a break.
I love to read along...
Sounds like so much fun!
Enjoying the meet vicariously. Sounds like you are all having a great time!
Home for a bit before Roger picks me up for the BBQ event. We had a fine time in old town. Now I wish I took photos of Mame buying a super-darling brazilian woven lace T thing. Hard to describe. That's one shop I have to stay away from, too many things in there I feel I need, like some great kitchen type ceramics, many of them old, and some carved dogs and other animals. Where was my brain, no photo of those either.
We wandered around for quite a while, and then had lunch at a certain cafe of previous infamy, Church Street Cafe. I had my very first Natilla, I think it was, a kind of pudding (I wasn't that hungry, given a fairly recent breakfast), and sampled what I consider Major Guacamole (next time I'm there, it's guacomole and chips, and a good beer, and if I'm still lhungry, more guac and chips.) Someone had a navaho taco, another celebrated with Margarita, there were fajitas... nice little room and good conversation. I think we may have hastened the getaway of a couple to the side of us with our talk of tripe soup and certain german and chinese dishes, but that's too bad, ain't it, we had fun.
Roger and Mame went to check the newly installed dinosaur over at the museum, Eva took me back to my car, and we'll reconnoiter in a bit.
Talk is that Mame and I (and anyone else) will go to Santa Fe tomorrow. Well, that's now. Plans change like, like, like... cat food.
Yeah, but when does the illegal--really memorable--stuff begin. Gus wants to know (I don't care, of course).
Well!
1. I don't have an accent.
2. Eva wanted to buy a "Brazillian lace T thing" but she didn't want one in the end and the salesman was a bit pushy. Personally, I think Eva was just toying with him because he said working there brought out his feminine side and her hubby was off with SonofEva. Just my opinion, ok?
3. Roger is no better at navigating than the man in the moon. huh. More on this another time. He's hopeless and my advice is DON'T FOLLOW HIS DIRECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This whole trip for me has been about MAPS and DIRECTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!!! And trying to see street signs in the dark. It has NOT been about the horrible people at all.
4. I really can't stand ANY of the people I've met so far. Goddamn, I flew all this way just to meet ... well, THESE people. What's wrong with 'em, you ask? Well... here goes:
a) Diane - way too freakin' bubbly and helpful, goddamn her. And her beautiful eyes with dark rings just add to her frickin atttitude.
b) Dys - despite HIS big beautiful blues he's a cynic at heart and he kept calling me (and everyone else) the "bitch from hell", not to mention he kept giving everyone the finger (and, yes, I will post pictures to prove it).
c) Roger - well, I have a soft spot for Army men and he's way too soft-spoken and charming, but I kinda wanted to smack him every time he was nice (which was bloody continual).
d) Eva - what's to like about this woman? She's so friendly, interesting, involved and busy ... gah! Get me away from her!
e) Thomas - well! What's to say about this guy that sounds nice? He gets along with everyone, is intrepid, and has the most interesting tidbits to add to any conversation - he was a real drag.
f) The P-Diddies - Why were they even invited, I kept wondering. Yawn, yawn, yawn. No, she wasn't fun or interesting and he wasn't the same - oh no.
g) Bumblebeeboogie - oh please. She's the most ungracious person I have ever met - no class whatsoever. and what the heck does she know about politics and history? So I ask you, why was SHE there??
h) And then there's Osso, who has been everywhere, done everything, eaten everything but couldn't be bothered to contribute to the conversation AT ALL so why invite her? Cuz she's a neighbour, that's why. I mean, her beautiful paintings notwithstanding...think about it.
i) And let's not forget realjohnboy - a lovely, lovely man, but hey, a real egoist if you've ever met one... has to talk about himself all the bloody time, it's all ME, ME, ME... I mean, my God... we almost had to gag him.
j) And Walter, well, let's not get me started on Valter. Had some very insightful things to say about all manner of topics but eh? who asked him? Just forcing his opinions on everyone, yeah, that's it, that's the ticket - forceful.
k) And lastly, but not leastly, there was Shewolf and her fam - big drain on the whole group, the way they kept calling attention to themselves, running around getting food out and cooking on the BBQ - really annoying.
All in all, it's a bloody shame I have two more days with these strange people but I guess I'll just have to suck it up and do the deed.
It's Santa Fe tomorrow for a few of us and then dinner somewhere, and then Monday most of us are gone...
I think you guys are making this whole thing up and that everyone is at their respective homes, conspiring with each other via email and phone calls, doing your best to create the illusion that there is indeed a gathering, sort of like the government did with that man on the moon business back in the day.
Well, I'm not buying it. No one travels cross the country, and in some cases across the globe, simply to meet dys or to listen to that peculiar accent of Mame's. It just would not happen.
Let's get back to real life, shall we?
It would really be a large carbon footprint bz everzone - zou're correct, gustav.
But at least, please do admit that we nicely worked out a really good script .... until you discovered it.
I don't have opinions, btw, and especially no own. (Besides that: I can't understand what I"m questioned when that person has a strange accent.)
Thank you to Dys and Diane for hosting graciously hosting the BBQ time in their great patio. (Sally dog was pretty happy too.)
We're off shortly to Santa Fe. (Thomas and Mame and me.)
BBB
We had the strangest conversations last night at D & D's house, well, in the back yard, at least. I guess they were more exotic than strange. Dys kept trying to tell us about his Zuni bracelet, which we all decided was a nose ring and not a bracelet. Dys gave us all the finger for insulting his taste in jewelry.
As usual, Dys dominated the conversation and we couldn't shut him up. Mame was our heroine because she stood up to him and told him to relax; he might learn something from the so smart people gathered around him. He didn't and learned nothing and kept insulting Mame for being a Canadian without any class. Mame gave Dys the finger for having such low-class friends.
Shewolf got so frustrated that she threatened to take off her clothes and push her boobs up against the window and force Dys to look at them. Everyone was quiet for at least three minutes contemplating that drastic punishment. Then we all gave Dys the finger. Mr. Shewolf got a birthday cake, which Sally dog tried to eat before the rest of us got a taste. The Bean fought with Dys the entire time, each of them said they didn't like each other. Bean nearly bopped Dys when he claimed she had cooties. We all gave Dys the finger for picking on a four year old girl.
We almost didn't have dinner because Diane forgot where she had hidden the charcoal. That woman is losing her mind. Could it be the hazard of such close contact with Dys? We didn't give Diane the finger because she was in control of the food. Never mess with the chef if you don't want to starve. Diane also got the finger for butting in and telling the joke Dys was unable to articulate. Dys gave her the primo finger of the night.
Eva nearly missed the whole event. She was passed out in her hotel room and Diane had to call her to get her out of bed. She claimed she wasn't drunk, it was just her allergy meds put her into a deep sleep. None of us believed her for a minute so we all gave Eva the finger for being a world class liar.
Walter and Dys are going on a RV trip next week. He is so desperate to get away from all the weirdos in the group that he's willing to be with Dys for a insufferable length of time. We all gave Walter the finger for his bad taste in RVs. He will retaliate by forcing us to see his stupid photos. This rock, that rock, every damn rock he could find.
Thomas got the finger from all of us because he and Walter fought all evening over who spoke the best English. We awarded Thomas the finger trophy because he not only spoke the best, but he also made the most sense. Then we took the trophy away from Thomas because we don't like sensible people. Walter gloated in his victory and tried to blind Thomas with a camera flash.
We all gave RealJohnBoy and Osso Bucco several fingers because they wanted to bore us with talk about architecture and city planning. We were disgusted to learn that RealJohnBoy is a Robber Baron who is trying to destroy the Virginia University's land and put it out of business. Osso sniffed and announced that she would never be that uncouth. She got the finger for being anti-capitalist couthless snob. We gave Osso the finger for bringing a small bowl of Guacamole that no one ate because it looked like a pile of putrid green doggie poop.
Roger didn't hear anything that was going on because he didn't bring his hearing aide. He was so scared of these people, communists everyone, that he didn't want to be tainted by their radicalism. We all gave Roger the finger for his lack of courage and because he ate most of the potato chips---and because we later learned his hearing aide was in his pocket---the liar.
The PDiddies arrived late, just in time for the food, of course. We all gave them the finger for not being there to defend the Dys from our vicious attacks. They tried to make up for it by being nice, but we all knew they were truly evil people. PDiddie tried to intimidate us by standing most of the time to show off how tall he is. The shorter men retaliated by giving him the finger while singing Itsy Bitsy Spider. Mrs. PDiddie was so embarassed she put a sack over her husband's head.
As for BBB, I wore my pore old finger out and may never be able to raise it again.
BBB
Gawd! I am SO glad I am not there!!!
Sounds frighfully horrible being with all those poopityheads.
My goodness, what am I to do with the time between now and the pics being posted? Clean toilets or something? Yeah, that would be better than listening to what's happening over there.
I prefer it when you folks lie and pretend to like each other.
Squinney
squinney wrote:Gawd! I am SO glad I am not there!!!
Sounds frighfully horrible being with all those poopityheads.
My goodness, what am I to do with the time between now and the pics being posted? Clean toilets or something? Yeah, that would be better than listening to what's happening over there.
You have no idea how we all suffered through Dys' story about how he started the Poopityhead cult on A2K. Ubber boring! It takes forever for Dys to tell a story because he constantly jumps up and bops everyone on the head for interrupting him.
BBB
