One note before bed.
Well, okay, several.
Quotes of the day:
Ahab - After talking about boar-hunting and having the meat processed and mailed to him: “And if any of you wants some of my 200 pounds of sausage, you just let me know, okay?”
Robb - “Are there anti-gun ranges?”
Uncle - “If any of this gets back to my wife, I’ll…well, it won’t get back to her, will it?”
Me (because yes, I say a lot of stupid shit) - “I met TD’s sushi chef, Ben.” (Robb: “is the rest of his name ‘E. Hana’?”) “No! I saw him, and he’s a REAL man. Er, that didn’t come out right…”
TD - “I have too much respect for you to call you ‘Joe’, Mr. Huffman.” (later: “He scares me, frankly.”)
Ah, bloggers and alcohol. It’s like they were made for each other.
I have lots of photos - I’ll be uploading them and posting them to the Flickr group (I’ll totally put links up here later, I promise) as the weekend progresses. Right now, however, I need to go to bed. I’d like to be up in a few hours to go wander the convention center.
Tylenol PM, do your stuff…
(P.S. This is the best time I’ve had in a long time. These folks are great.)
We’ll be there shortly…
Argh! Jealous!
next year, I am so there.
Sounds a grand time.
Now where can I get that sausage…?
Joe? Scary?
Sounds like TD needs to take a trip to Boomershoot next year so he can get over this fear.