Buy the blogger beer.
Your humble scribe will meet an occasional reader (and blogger in his own right) tomorrow afternoon at Shakespeare’s Pub in Mission Hills at 1630, the better to quaff adult beverages and share sea stories. If any other Sandy Eggans are interested in joining the meet up, you’d be very welcome as well so long as you don’t bear any ill will to we few, we happy few, we band of bloggers. For the P-3 guys, no per diem will be provided and for the USAF types, government quarters are directed. I don’t write the rules.
Gomen.
And if the question burning on your lips is whether it would be appropriate to offer your narrator a pint of Guinness for his efforts to inform and entertain over the years, then let me take a stab at answering that for you: Yes. Yes it would.
Dammit, Cap’n. I’d be there with bells on if I could, but duty calls. Herding cats and such up the coast from you I am, and can’t get there from here. I do, however, plan to take a day trip up to Santa Barbara this weekend for to say hello to CVN 76, having never actually been on a grown-up bird farm. Ya’ll have fun.
I’m quite certain everyone will gladly lubricate the compostion brain cells, but the burning question is, “who is driving the Cap’n home tonight?”
Make sure someone takes his keys.
Make sure someone takes his keys.
*muffled guffaw*
I should be OK so long as none of the usual scamps show up, looking up with fluttering lashes and asking “Can you finish this for me, Lex?”
Because yes. Yes I could.
Not this time, but some time would be great.
Not too far off, but far enough to make said time a bit of a challenge.
Enjoy your Guinness.
Perhaps someone needs to serve a designated driver for our humble scribe. I’d volunteer for duty promptly and smartly, except that the drive to the restaurant will be killer, what with rush hour traffic from here.
Tis jealous I am, yes I admit it freely.
So just who is this lucky occasional reader, she wonders from her snowy perch in the Great White Up.
…looking up with fluttering lashes and asking “Can you finish this for me, Lex?”
Somehow I suspect that describes more than one person of your acquaintance, but I do plead guilty…
I suppose then that I should absent myself, if simply to keep you out of trouble. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for returning the favor and leading you to drink. The horror!
Hmm… that last sentence was interesting…
Apparently I do not need the aid of adult beverages to reduce my ability to make sense.
Michelle,
Click the link, woman!
In all seriousness, it sounds like the meet-up could involve some fascinating conversation for the hangers-on:
It isn’t lex who needs leading to drink. It’s the drink that needs leading to him.
Click the link, woman!
After the eyelashes comment I’m glad someone finally said it….
I wish I could make it, but it’s a little far for a day. Maybe I’ll buy you a cold Guiness or three when the daughter gets her appointment letter (still waiting.)
I should be OK so long as none of the usual scamps show up
Which is why, I am sure, you planned this now as opposed to when I was still in the SoCal area…
Smart man.
Please take “Lex’s Time Tested XO Rule Book” along to be read from between rounds.
Make allowances for the proclivities (or, as you may call them, perversions) of the Real Navy…the ones who keep the screws turning (heh), while you get your crew rest…
Wish I could be along, but…I can’t drive that fast…
AAR from both parties requested. UNCLAS here, other stuff at the next MILBLOG conference.
After the eyelashes comment I’m glad someone finally said it….
Glad to help, Yankee.
And, for the record, I never asked anyone to help me finish my drink. My Irish ancestors would be rolling over in their graves had I done so.
Okay, okay. All right already!
Sheesh, apparently I couldn’t make out the link through that white haze that’s covering everything up here … Yeah, yeah, that’s it. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it!
~ smacks head with hand ~
DUH!!
Damn Lex:
Wish i could join you to re-inforce the proper clearing turns from both the bow and waist cats. Enjoy the get together
Dude,
I will try to make it . . .
v/r,
SB
Lex, Stranded in snowy Colorado, the best I can do is quaff a Mackeson XXX in your honor tomorrow afternoon. Though I had two of ‘em with my Kobe burger tonight at my favorite watering hole, Guinness is a tad too smooth for me. As for govt qtrs being directed, I’ve got enough experience chasing down plagiarized papers now to have a leg up on setting up my own internet business selling passable non-availability statements for every conceivable CONUS location. You know, I just now thought of that, but I’ll bet you it would fly, for a while–until the guys from the new cyber command showed up at the doorstep. Have fun & offer a toast to Cardinal Puff for yours truly. Doc
Great white up? Methinks you mean, great white out.
Did someone mention “Free Drinks” for the Marines??? if so I’ll steal a jet from AA and head on up.
/SF
Taco
Taco, you gotta let us know the next time you’ll be coming through.
[oops! Hit return too soon.]
There will be free drinks, but I will not be falling for the kilt question.
Hey All-
I’ve had dinner with Lex a couple of times, and it’s well worth the price of admission. It’s an extra bonus if he brings The Hobbit. She’s way cool in her own right.
If you are even considering thinking about reaching for the bill… be prepared: Lex has the fastest Check-Grab in the west.
Be well,
-DM
Lex has the fastest Check-Grab in the west.
…at least when he hasn’t left his wallet on the other side of the gate.
(No Lex, you will never hear the end of that
)
FbL sez:
No finer friend, no finer one to bring the humble pie around, eh?
Oh, you have no idea, xformed! I try so very hard to be respectful, but it just doesn’t come naturally…
Wish I was there, sir.