Subject: Re: The REAL Millenium Milloynium Madness From: Anne Willick Newsgroups: rec.arts.sf.written.robert-jordan NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.131.94.163 On Wed, 3 Jan 2001 15:27:59 -0600, Kenneth G. Cavness said... > Yes, I am aware that there is a moratorium on social > reports because of a petty wish to keep others from knowing > what is going on. I am hereby breaking through the picket > lines. Cancel-bot at your pleasure. [1] Well, since you started it. But I rather liked Dilick's idea of a period of dignified silence. "Dignified"? "Silence"? What was he thinking? > We managed to make a 3 and a half hour drive extremely short, > despite being stopped by a K-9 Cop, a possible Indianapolis Colts > upset over the Miami Dolphins, and a mad dash for the Indianapolis > airport to pick up Skwid and Tina with a Suzuki Grand Vitara rental > that was decidedly full already. That's okay, though, because > I was in the front seat. It's unfortunate that you all missed the mall trip downtown on Saturday. We were privileged enough to see exactly how fanatical Hoosiers are about the Colts. In this mall, there were television sets every ten feet. I am not making that up. No one was shopping, and the entire mall cheered every time the Colts did something that sadly was not enough to win them the game. It would have been entertaining to see what would have happened if a certain pair of bunny ears atop a Dolphins hat had been there at the time. > After signing the second mortgages on our home, we > headed back to the Days Inn, but not before I demanded > (as 2000 was the year where it was All About Kenn) that > we drive around the Indiana State Capitol. Lovely building. At some point during this scenic tour (thank you Kenn) my car ran out of wiper fluid; I'm amazed we could see the capitol, let alone find a gas station. > Now, this isn't your ordinary Greasy Spoon, no sir. It is, > in fact, Amazingly and Extremely Digestible. I'm so glad the menu was kind enough to spell that out for us. Otherwise I would have no idea why we ate there. > Now, Deb and Mark Loy have a gorgeous home. It's full of > beautiful things. Beautiful home, indeed. Way to go, Kenn. Let me add my heartfelt thanks to those already expressed. > Many other people, however, chose to get decidedly drunk. There were > many antics involving spoons, spatulas, and cornstarch. Crossing and > uncrossing was passed and accepted. Reality did indeed shift during the night, as others have mentioned. Novak smiled and gave out foot rubs, Pam took off her shirt[1]. As far as my experience went... The Lap was occupied, alas, so I had to make do with being sandwiched between Kenn and Weasel Boy all night. A poor substitute, I tell you. At least Kozlowski's "logorrheic" thoughts provided a distraction from the Gay Bitches on the other side of me. And, he can stand witness to the fact that I figured out that There Was No Spoon 1/2 hour before Novak did. Perhaps the fact that he was in the lap of a pretty girl gives him an excuse. The only other thing that stood out was the amount of moving about I had to do to dodge Roy "Just Say Roy" Overbo's splash zone towards the end of the night. > AND I VIDEOTAPED IT ALL. I don't think we yet realize how frightening this really is. -- Anne [1] Stop drooling, people, she had a tank top on underneath.