Naboo. Shit. I’m Still In Naboo
Words can not describe how much fun it was meeting Emily, Sheila, Bill, Steve, DaveJ, Chris, et al for drinks, laughs, a movie, more drinks and laughs on Friday night.
All I can say is I got home at 4.
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April 30, 2005 7:47 pm
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You spend magical hours in the best city on earth with the best company anyone could imagine and all you come back with is a lousy picture of Jar-Jar BINGLEY???
HAHAHAHAHA
Oh God, that is so damn FUNNY.
Had a great time last night!! It was perfect!
Mission accomplished
Last night? Amazing gathering of bloggers and friends last night for the opening of Hitchhikers Guide here in New York. We started planning this thing in December, mkay?? The opening date had been moved up a week – but besides…
I love all of you folks to pieces, and I really had a such a great time. My only regret is that we never did actually burn Jar-Jar in effigy. Oh well: that leaves something to do next time. 😉
Mr. Bingley, do you always see furry pink animals when you drink…..?
Gawd, I got home at 4, then up at a little after 8 to go get on the boat to the Stadium. First thing I did was start in on the Bloody Marys on the boat! Then we sat in the misty rain drinking beer watching the Yanks win it in the bottom of the 9th! Woohoo! Than more bloodies on the boat ride back…I am too dang old for this.
JeffS, that little guy appeared very early in the evening, after Bill and I were only on our 4th pint or so
This is what we saw.
Which of course caused us to immediately order the 5th pint.
Insomniac, With Jar Jar Binks
Wanna know how great a time I had on Friday night with my girlfriend and a veritable all-star team of bloggers? Here’s an indication. Full story to come later….
Guys,
Jar Jar was so liquored up that night I had to check him into rehab in the morning. I understand he’s recovering nicely rested and sharing his feelings with the psychodrama group in the forested hills of Serenity Tree Ranch.
Either that or he’s still squished in my suitcase in between my curling iron and shower gel.
Oh my God, you used the curling iron on him, didn’t you?
Yes, but not while it was plugged in. I only clubbed him about the head a bit. Please. I do possess a small amount of humanity.
“Meessa feel like sheet!”
Jar Jar should be added to the FAA’s list of prohibited items and confiscated upon entering the terminal…
Meesa Have Blood Rush
Chumley’s, New York City, April 29, 2005: I’ll explain later, though this might help in the meantime……
They can have my Jar Jar when they pry it from my…er, let’s not go there.
Besides, you saw a lot of action from that plushie, Chris. You of all people should step up to his defense…
Sounds like Jar-Jar should run while he still can.
I thought meaningless sex with strangers and/or plushies was what going to NYC was all about? It’s not like I liked it or anything…
There is no such thing as meaningless sex. I won’t tell Jar Jar what you said to spare his feelings, but shame on you.
Who knew sex with plushies could be so complicated, or have so many strings attached (I’m still trying to decide whether there was an intentional pun in there or not)?
What Jar Jar and I had was special. I just have to feign aloofness because, well, it’s Jar Jar. I have a reputation to protect. Not a very good one, but still…
Well, he enjoyed it too Chris: I know because you left him in stitches…
The Events of My Friday Night, In Order
1) After leaving work, I met my lovely girlfriend at Penn Station- always the ideal cure for a long and difficult week. From there, we took the subway down to the West Village to the restaurant/bar Chumley?s (which is pronounced,…