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| [Daniel J. Hyman] | 2:05 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [W. Craig Bauer] | 9:00 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [Kirby Lawton] | 8:58 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [??????] | 9:20 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [Avi] | 9:45 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [Sabrina Davis] | 10:05 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [Adam R. Rakunas] | 11:23 pm | |||||||||||||||
| [Susan Crane Lubetkin] | 11:25 | |||||||||||||||
| [Peter D. bogdanoff] | 11:00 pm | |||||||||||||||
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| [Eric ?????] etc. | ||||||||||||||||
| Dave! |
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| Neil Corley | 11:40 PM | July 2 |
| Amy Hann | 11:40 PM | July 2 |
| Hans Purkey | 5 PM | July 2 |
| Omak de Omak | 5:37 p.m. | July 2, 1997 a.d. |
| Rachel Donahue | ~9 PM | July 3, 1997 |
| Joe Beda | " | |
| Vivan Guzman | ~9 PM | July 3, 1997 |
| Nat Peterson | " | |
| [Russ Hamilton [face]] | "DITTO" | |
| Meghan Nash | 7:30 PM | 7/2/97 |
| Crissey Trick | 6:30 PM | 7/3/97 |
| Vivan Li | 5:ish | 7/3/97 |
| Pete Russo | 10:35 pm | 7/3/97 |
| Ken Gimpelson | 7ish | 7/3/97 |
| Ramez Naam | 9ish | 7/4/97 |
| Andrea Collier | 8ish | 7/4/97 |
| 8:55 p.m. | Dan-Hole here! Welcome all to the 3rd majestic pile o' Mudd. I think we may be setting a precedent for years to come, alternating cultural centers with population centers and back again. Something to think about as we drink. Let the games begin! |
| 9:05 | WaBauer checking in. Kirb-hole & I took the Coast Starlight passenger train up from San Diego. I must rave about the trip: 37 hours, waited on hand and foot, excellent food, wine, cheese, crackers, champagne, beautiful scenery, and a few new acquaintances, including 76 yr. old Edward (Lebowitz?) from New York. Okay - we're here! Let's get loaded! |
| 9:10 pm | Ken Gimpelson is Tôn Def. 37 hours of train later and now we're ready to start drinking. I recommend not mixing Quantum Machanics. Ok only 5 minutes in and I've censored myself twice. |
| 9:20 pm | Hi there. Nancy signing in. Here we are. My name is Nancy. I don't drink enough beer. Whoaa... Mudd has invaded. Let the festivities commence. |
| 9:45:45 | DanS here, not to be confused with DanH, who's reclining on the Papa San. My housemates were breaking things so I thought I'd drop for a beer. |
| 10:00 | Uhh..Avi's here too. Only [scribble] one still stuck at Mudd. How depressing. But there's beer here, so that makes it all better. |
| 10:05 | Hello. Honorary Mudder S. Davis here. I can't believe Nancy went to the airport and left me w/all these weirdos! Help. Perhaps the ingestion of Beer would help... Nah!!! |
| 10:10 pm | We are family, I've got to get up and pee. Well, maybe not. Now there are four. Nanc! is foraging for Mudders. I drink therefore I am. |
| 10:15 | Bow down to the Catholic Nun Doggie Chew Toy! Nancy has driven to the airport to pick up an unknown quantity of people on unknown flights. Maybe she'll find Todd! WaBauer |
| 10:18 | We are all working on the beer pretty hard core. I think we need more. Nanc is picking up god knows how many more (2-7!) and they will have NO BEER! They will not be pleased. I KILLED A KEG BY MYSELF! There was a bit of porter left from a house party last night at casa del Nanc. Per Scott's request, I killed it. I claim all of the experience points myself. Hah! The spirit of D Vick reigns true! |
| 10:30 | Me again... I still think we should have had Kirby drink more before letting him work on |
| 10:40 | Sabrina: "I'm a good, wholesome, one man woman!" Dan-Hole: "Who's the man?" Sabrina: "It depends..." WaBauer |
| 10:41:30 | Kirby is installing hardware on a bicycle. |
| 10:41:45 | Kirby runs bicycle over beer, spilling 6-8 oz. He will finish beer for that. WaBauer |
| 10:45 | Purky is a pile! He's coming tomorrow "He's a loo-didly loser" - Kirby It's kind of weird being the sober one. Yet I'm the most obnoxious, but everyone needs a hobby. |
| 10:48:08 | Hi |
| 10:48:17 | Working very slowly on beer #3. The sound of many Mudders pervades the night. Dan claims I'm a beer behind. He's on #6 (Bullshit say I). Next. |
| 11:12 | Stephan logging in. The party plane has arrived. Time fo' beeh! |
| 11:16 | Do Hell Suite drinking names count? Tammy/Meghan here, but not for long... |
| 11:20 | Dave Alles - I was completely amazed - Leo Parker was not here 3 minutes and he had already taken off his pants and was trying to make "rug angels" in the TV room. |
| 11:23 | Adam The Rak Daddy here - geeks as far as the eye can see. Stephan, Leo and I have about $200 worth of free calling cards we got from the airplane magazines. We're gonna call Tonga! In case this weekend does'nt have a theme, I'd like to nominate our rallying cry from the flight in: "What're they gonna do... throw us off the plane?" |
| 11:27 | Red warrior needs beer badly! Kirby's given our party its first blood... doof cut his hand opening a twist off. Weak! |
| 11:30 | Dan is a loser! |
| 11:31 | Dan is an unbounded loser [Integral] |
| 11:32 | I like rutabagas, &c. |
| 11:35 | Howdy! Kirby arm-twisted me from afar. Jeff and I are heading to New Jersey tomorrow morning. We'll hang out with his extended family. Joy & rapture. Married life is great. Grad. school keeps going - I'm really almost done w/my masters. The PhD should take another 4 yrs. Jeff's at Microsoft and subsidizing my hedonistic lifestyle. I'm still playing cello. That's the grand story of my life. It's grand to see everyone, but I really shouldn't stay long. I haven't packed yet, and we leave at some obscenely early hour of the morning. WIBST - [Scootie] |
| 1:20 | Danhole here: I just went from "Beer wench" (fucking King) to Queen Latifa under the good King Tut Craig. A true coup de majestica. Asshole rocks. |
| 1:25 | And then there was air. |
| 1:29 | This is the meghan peter unit - we are beyond this earthly dimension! Now achieving escape velocity. We love everyone! |
| 1:36 | I am now (Danhole) Hakuna Matata, lord master of the oranguatang hordes of the jungle. |
| 1:45 | just a quick note: goota go to ferry, will see y'all tomorrow. Its great having Mudd transplanted up here! Boy, am I fucked. |
| 12:07 | Dave: Gladiator?! He sure was. The Bog-laugh begins. |
| 12:10 | Kirby: My fingers are too tired. |
| 12:11 | PeteBog: Gladiator... Dave: For a 2 second joke that's fantastic, isn't it? |
| 12:15 | Pete Bog: "Perfect? It's seven sigma!!" |
| 12:16 | Gladiator? You bet he was! "Can I get a bottle of the apples & cinnamon beer?" The fine are of discussing "chick beers" is underway, with a tangential inquiry about squeaky nuns. The women in the room are preparing to play "musical shirts". |
| 12:14 | Something. Don't blame me. Stephan made me say it. He's telling th Elise's cat. All's back rubs in backgammon and war. |
| 12:19 | Operation cover ixnay that Operation Swap the Carpet has begun. Take note! This is Nancy's one and only fit of responsibility for tonight |
| 12:22 | The back of the Rubber Nun Squeak toy looks like a dildo. "Here's to making Nuns squeak!" |
| 12:30 | "They're not much, but they're who I went to school with" - Peter B. |
| 12:35 | Peter too |
| 12:40 | Dan has has dinner, he is ready for dessert. He is trading Stephan a porter for a Peaches 'n' Cream. |
| 2:00 | "Sloblock................." |
| 2:01 | "Shite and onions" - E. Fleisher |
| 2:02 | The carnage is massive - I have somehow slid into a state of complete drunkeness and didn't even realize it. How does this shite happen? One minute you are a - Peter "Bollocks" O' Bugdanoff |
| 2:05 | "Shagadelic, babe" -Wbauer |
| 2:07 | Dave! checking in. um. Hi + all. |
| 2:15 | Departure of the FunDog & Company -BHC &c. |
| 2:25 | After 5 (or 6?) straight wins in Asshole, I have retired and left my empire to Odin (Kirby) who has proven himself both a worth ally & a prudent ruler. I requested that the new Asshole (Dave!) drink for saying "log." The edges of the night are proving fuzzy. WaBauer |
| 2:40 | It's log... It's log... Its big its happy its wood... |
| 2:42 | Omak Asshole is evil, we are in the Norse gods motif. |
| Time whatever: | Danhole here. Me & Dave went to Safeway for buttiro supplies. 12 burrito-sized flour tortillas, a can of corn beef hash, a pack of pork sausage, and 9 eggs make burritos for me, Dave and fucking Leo, whom we wake up. My burrito is about 3 lbs, plus a plateful of hash and salsa (50/50) for macking hard. Fucking chow down. I don't know what Dan said about his burrito, but whatever he wrote its bigger and greasier. Holy god. - Leo Dave- I Witnesseth this fine morn, what hath come to B known as the mutha of all Bo-Rittos: [Dave!] Nancy, on behalf of Dan, I apologize in advance for the condition of your bathroom. Danhole: just goes to show ya what can happen if you get so drunk you beat KIRB-HOLE by a beer. It is not a fate mere mortal men can withstand without excruciating pain. My pain will continue tomorrow morning while Kirby smiles. Bastard. DAN IS SORRY. (ABOUT THE MESS). [Arrow]will clean in morn. |