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Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
Board: Singles Anonymous
Sep 6, 2007 11:35pm
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Trekkie Gal (henceforth referred to as “TG”) has made the laudable decision to assign me the role of her Official Biographer of the Big Date. I therefore pledge to transcribe the Prelude To and Actual Events of her Big Evening to the AQ community, almost nearly exactly as she relates them to me. The following, then, is an accurate portrayal of the events precisely as they unfold, as far as you know.

Tonight’s Episode:
The Preparation


TG had been asked out on a date with an old beau. Old in the sense of “former,” not old in the sense of “must eat all meals through a straw.” They had dated back in High School, some 12 or so years ago, and fate, in its ever-meandering effluvium of disjointed experiences and situations, had not deemed to reunite the two until now. (Author’s note: TG, do I get paid extra for big words or important-sounding yet meaningless phrases?)

The call came out of the blue. Well, actually it came out of the phone, but that’s not nearly as colorful. He (henceforth referred to as “he”) was going to be in town for a Business Convention (he is an internationally self-acclaimed expert on Zen techniques for Homeless Toothaches, also known as Transient-Dental Medication), and he wanted to know if TG would be interested in getting together for dinner. This could, he added, even involve him. Our heroine immediately jumped at the opportunity by setting up a tracker and taking signups (“Be the first to email me with the answer to the question ‘What is my favorite 60’s sci-fi television series’ and you too can boldly go where no man has gone in a while… on a date with me!”). Plans were quickly arranged for a gathering…er, date… high atop the Hancock Building in Chicago, at “The Signature Stamp Room” restaurant. (Author’s note: TG, are you sure you don’t just mean “Signature Room”?)

At this point, TG panicked. This much is obvious, based solely on the desperate fact that she posted to the AQ “Singles Anonymous” board looking for ADVICE! Sadly, she ended up actually listening to us.

TG went out and bought a new dress, shoes, and undergarments. She decided a red dress would look stunning for the Big Night, so she purchased a beautiful flowing white evening gown. She then proceeded to stamp in to every one of the 102 letterboxes that began with the word “red” that she could find (http://www.atlasquest.com/lboxes/results.html?gTypeId=8;gName=red ). By the time she was done, naturally, she had a flowing red evening gown (and flowing red fingers, hands, and arms), as well as a substantially higher “F” count. (Note to Mr Yuk: Do NOT make an “F count” comment here.) For shoes, TG acquired a pair of Turtle Run mystery boxes (http://www.atlasquest.com/lboxes/showboxinfo.html?gBoxId=51560 ), because nothing is quite as alluring as a good mystery. And finally, as far as undergarments were concerned, there really was only one decision to be made: Boxers or Briefs?

But all that wasn’t enough. Nooooo, not by a long shot. A veritable onslaught of advice was barreling down the AQ pike, unwavering and unstoppable. Like the unwitting star of a TLC makeover show, TG was to be the unfortunate target of all the AQ Vamps of Stamps and the Brazen Mavens of Misbehavin’s. In fact, it was Kiwi Foamie who first uttered the now infamous words (and by “uttered” I mean “typed”): “Perfume!! Gotta have perfume!! oh, and maybe polish your nails...” And so the search was on for the perfect polish.

For some reason unbeknownst to man (or at least men), it seemed to be assumed that “polishing nails” referred specifically to toes, not fingers or steel pin-shaped wood fasteners. Polish-wise, TG had many options to choose from at her immediate disposal, but really, in the end, it boiled down to the two top-runners: Marvy Markers or LePlume IIs. Decisions, decisions! In either case, years of Postal Letterboxing had taught her one thing: if you’re going to use Markers, you had better condition your surface first! So, TG got out her bottle of Pure 100% Acetone, and proceeded to swab down her nails. But old habits die hard in a dedicated Letterboxer, so it was no surprise that TG, after applying acetone to her toenails, ended up transferring them to a piece of Orange PZKut. This certainly taught her a lesson which she shall never forget and of which she is now cured; and so, Chicago-area boxers, look for her to be planting the results of this unfortunate incident sometime soon in a box entitled “The Pedi-Cure”.

Well, who needs toenails anyway? They’re definitely overrated. Besides, the Marvy Markers adhere well and don’t pool up at all on raw cuticles. So, not one to be daunted, TG set forth to conquer the next Date-Preparedness Task: doing her hair. A stunning brunette to begin with (“set phasers on stun!”), TG naturally made the assumption that this should be an easy task. Simple enough… wash hair, dry hair, brush hair, stick in a headband. But this was a Big Event! TG decided to go all out, and went so far as to precisely follow the directions printed on her shampoo bottle. Now, we have all been newbie boxers at some time in our careers, so we all know what can happen with directions: you take a shortcut here, you make an interpretation there… you end up scratching your head and missing the box! TG was no newbie. She KNOWS how to follow directions! So, when the shampoo said “Lather, Rinse, Repeat”… she did! She Repeated “Lather and Rinse” 132 times, until she ran out of shampoo (and hot water). A true pro!

Though her hair was impeccably clean at this point, it was a tad dried out and brittle. Fortunately, the shampoo bottle had the answer for this as well: “If your hair seems unmanageable, try conditioning.” Well, as we learned earlier, “Conditioning” is something TG knows how to do very well! Once again, out came the bottle of Pure 100% Acetone. Unfortunately, also out came 100% of her hair.

In case anyone was wondering, Brown Marvy Markers do not pool up on properly conditioned scalp. Problem solved.

The final Date-Preparedness Task: perfume. This was a tough one; after all, we Letterboxers have been taught since Day One that any scents will make a box immediately go missing. Plus, we have ingrained into our consciousness the tenet: Leave No Trace. The concept of perfume seemed to directly violate these otherwise inviolable rules. So, being the adept boxer that she is, TG decided to forgo Kiwi’s advice, and instead take the contrary route: go completely UN-scented. And after much Board discussion and debate, we all know what the BEST, most complete, most fool-proof way of removing scents is!

Tonight, TG is sleeping buried up to her neck in Kitty Litter.

And so we take leave of our intrepid TG, wishing her a good night and sweet power-crystal enhanced dreams (with new, improved clumping action).

Stay Tuned for Tomorrow’s Episode of “Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale”
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 2:54am
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OMG!!!! That is toooooo great. Thanks wassa for the update, I was curious about her date. LOL

-HG(who now has a post telling Shoebee how important letterbox skills are.)
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 5:18am
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Boy, oh boy! You are good at reading betwwen the lines of all those posts about her date. I'm looking forward to the post-date info.
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 5:25am
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Plans were quickly arranged for a gathering…er, date… high atop the Hancock Building in Chicago, at “The Signature Stamp Room” restaurant. (Author’s note: TG, are you sure you don’t just mean “Signature Room”?)


Now that is one swanky Letterboxing event...er...date! There is nothing like a dinner date in the clouds. I'm giving "him" points for location.

Thanks for the fun update, wassamatta u!
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 5:32am
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Hmmm, I think I foresee new warning labels on all cans of 100% Acetone.

Knit Wit
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 7:30am
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LOL

Can't wait for the next installment!!

Jaxx (who now knows why he isn't biting at the chance to go on a date)
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126479 by knit wit
Sep 7, 2007 8:01am
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Quote Hmmm, I think I foresee new warning labels on all cans of 100% Acetone.


Based on the warning label on the can at work it will say "Caution Contains Acetone." Which, IMHO is one of the absolute best (read, funniest) warnings I have ever seen.

The Cottontails
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 8:16am
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I'm so glad I read wassa's blog and got the full update on TG's upcoming big night! Too funny. :) And to think, Atom and I were just discussing this morning what we should do tonight... maybe I should suggest a trip to the Hancock to spy... er, attend this gathering! ;)

Coffee Beans
(who happens to live west of the Hancock building by about 20 or 30 blocks)
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126553 by Coffee Beans
Sep 7, 2007 8:49am
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maybe I should suggest a trip to the Hancock to spy... er, attend this gathering! ;)


The "gathering" starts at 7:00. ;)

TG
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126562 by Trekkie Gal
Sep 7, 2007 9:36am
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The "gathering" starts at 7:00. ;)


Good Luck and have fun!
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126581 by oread
Sep 7, 2007 9:44am
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ok, wassa, I see a pattern here.

the martin chronicles. the martian chronicles...ok, she's a trekkie, but the enterprise goes past mars when they come to starbase 1, right?

after having watched this entire saga unfold to date, rest assured that when I finally come out of dating retirement, I am teling NO ONE on AQ until after it is over. of course then I will probably put it in my blog, but then so few will know, because nobody's subscribed to my blog... lol

nw
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126584 by Romana
Sep 7, 2007 9:57am
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{[the enterprise goes past mars when they come to starbase 1, right?}}

Actually, the Utopia Planetia Fleet Yards, where ships are built and repaired, are on or near Mars. :D

TG
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126591 by Trekkie Gal
Sep 7, 2007 10:10am
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Actually, the Utopia Planetia Fleet Yards, where ships are built and repaired, are on or near Mars.


Ummmm, TG? Don't forget to mention that during the date, ok?
-wassamatta_u
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126562 by Trekkie Gal
Sep 7, 2007 11:28am
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Will there be an event stamp?
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126591 by Trekkie Gal
Sep 7, 2007 12:13pm
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Good luck tonight!!
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126633 by Jaxx
Sep 7, 2007 12:14pm
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Live long and prosper.

May the force be with you.

Shiloh
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Reply to: #126562 by Trekkie Gal
Sep 7, 2007 12:17pm
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Sounds like it's going to be quite a night! Have a wonderful time:)
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 6:48pm
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Quote Stay Tuned for Tomorrow’s Episode of “Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale”

lol, can't wait for part 2!! You are a very creative writer wassa, can't wait to meet you at the next gathering.

d123
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Reply to: #126748 by dee123
Sep 7, 2007 6:55pm
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Ooh, What a great build-up! I'll be sure to Kling-on-line tomorrow to see how it went!

:ducking for cover:
HP
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 7, 2007 7:47pm
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That was awesome. I can't wait for part II in this story! I laughed so loud at one point that my cat jumped out of his sleeping place. :-)
Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale (Part 2)
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 8, 2007 2:53am
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Trekkie Gal (henceforth referred to as “TG”) has made the laudable decision to assign me the role of her Official Biographer of the Big Date. I therefore pledge to transcribe the Prelude To and Actual Events of her Big Evening to the AQ community, almost nearly exactly as she relates them to me. The following, then, is an accurate portrayal of the events precisely as they unfold, as far as you know.

Chapter 2:
The Day


TG woke up this morning dazed, a bit confused, and somewhat clumpy. After brushing off the remains of the kitty litter (and verifying that she was, indeed, odorless), she proceeded with her day. She did her best to try to make the day as “normal” as possible, not letting the anticipation and nervousness of the upcoming Big Date get the best of her: she got dressed, checked AQ, had some breakfast, checked AQ, brushed her teeth, checked AQ, polished her head, and finally checked AQ. After sending out a few quick emails (yes, TG, I did receive the cease-and-desist order from your lawyer), TG shuffled off to work.

Time ticked painfully by, an endless cascade of minutes tumbling in slow motion toward the inevitable rocky crag of “now”. Of course, when your job entails counting coal, this is pretty much the norm. Fortunately, TG was kept occupied: there was an unusually large shipment heading out to the North Pole in time for the holidays, due to the increased activity of the Cootie Crew. But despite the pressures of the job, TG’s mind would occasionally wander, and she would often have to go looking for it.

Finally, sometime during the afternoon, a Floral Delivery truck pulled up in front of TG’s office. A Floral Delivery man got out of the Floral Delivery truck, and came to TG’s cubicle. The Floral Delivery man from the Floral Delivery truck had a delivery to make for TG. She was flummoxed: what could it possibly be? To her utter astonishment and surprise, it was flowers! He (“he”) had sent 2 dozen long-stemmed red roses to TG in anticipation of a wonderful and romantic evening. She hoped she was invited, too.

At long last, the end of the workday drew nigh. I know, because TG showed me the drawing (she hopes to carve nigh as a Hitch Hiker at some point). He was picking her up at the office, so they could make their 7:00 reservation at the Signature Stamp Room. She hurriedly rushed into the Executive Washroom where she was able to thoroughly cleanse her entire Executive, as well as pull on her red dress, re-stamp her black (formerly brown) shoes, and touch up her nails and her head with the ever present Marvys. As a finishing touch, TG stapled the bouquet of 2 dozen roses to her wrist as a delicate corsage, and took one last gaze into the mirror, making sure all was as perfect as it could be. This was it… time for The Big Date!

He arrived in a Bentley convertible, the crisp Chicago wind streaming through his golden locks (those Bentleys are expensive, and so are their locks). TG spied him through the window, and came rushing out the door in amorous greeting. Oh, it was a glorious scene, full of tears and laughter and nervous gestures and tenuous hugs – TG LOVES Bentleys! But eventually, she turned away from the car and faced her former beau, shyly extending her hand in warm greeting. He grasped it gently, lovingly, yet firmly, only to realize too late that there was a piece of rubber in her palm and he had just gotten ink all over his hand. It was then that TG, who had kept her dark secret from him for all these years, blurted out “I... I… I’m a… letterboxer!”

A hush fell over him. He brushed it away, looked her straight in the eye, and said “I know. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you. I don’t know how, exactly… maybe it was the way you counted your steps as you walked, maybe it was the way you peeked behind every plant between the building and the car, or maybe it was the way you cupped your hand under your armpit… but I knew.” A smile slowly crept over his rugged features, easing the tension of the moment. “Hey,” he whispered, “No worries. I took the liberty of learning a little about it before tonight. I found this absolutely wonderful blog, by a fine gentleman named wassamatta_u, that helped me understand. He is brilliant, that Mr. _u, a true genius. His wit and charm are unequaled, his intelligence unmatched in all the web, and he deserves to have huge amounts of money thrust upon him with no strings attached through his Paypal account at wassamatta_u@atlasquest.net. Give generously.” (Author’s Note: I may have inadvertently augmented that last part just a little bit, for literary purposes only, mind you.)

Chapter 3:
The Date


And so the date began. TG hopped into the Bentley, while he slid behind. The wheel. Not being familiar with the area, he reached forward to turn on the car’s GPS system, when a look of horror and revulsion spread quickly across TG’s face. She explained that although using a GPS might get them to within 30 feet of their destination, they could still spend hours tearing up the whole street looking for the entrance to the building. No, she had a better idea. She reached deep into her backpack, and brought out a crumpled piece of paper. TG explained that she had printed out directions to the Hancock Building using the “Trip Planner” feature on AtlasQuest, and that she would act as navigator. As he signaled and pulled into traffic, TG instructed him: “Proceed North for 32,562 paces…”

They arrived at The Signature Stamp Room a little (67 minutes) late. How was TG supposed to have known that a compass is affected by the engine block when used in a car? No matter how many times he turned, they were always heading North! No matter, they were there. The Maitre’d looked through the reservation book, but their table had been long gone. TG, being the resourceful person she is, quickly whispered something into the Maitre’d’s ear, while slipping a little something into his palm. Without a further glance, the Maitre’d lead them to a window table and seated them. It wasn’t until a few moments later, when the Maitre’d finally glanced down into his palm, that he realized he had been cootied.

The Signature Stamp Room, located on the 95th floor of the John Hancock Building, offers postcard-perfect views of Chicago in all its brawny glory. It features contemporary American cuisine, an internationally acclaimed wine list, and nightly live entertainment. What it DOESN’T feature is table-side sickness bags. Unfortunately, TG’s date suffered from a rather acute case of vertigo and this was an amenity that would have been welcomed at this point. Without going into any unnecessary details, let it suffice to say that it is fortunate TG always carries wet-wipes in her backpack (unscented, of course). They were soon moved to another table, not so near the windows, but quite conveniently located in the restroom foyer.

Once the excitement (and his stomach) settled down, the evening turned into an enchanting mix of reminiscing and catching-up. The two talked for hours, losing themselves in conversation and laughter. The food was wonderful, the drinks sublime. To describe too much here would be to impinge upon the gracious TG’s privacy, so I will leave it as an exercise for the reader’s imagination. What I will say is that TG ordered their world-famous Prime Rib, a full pound of the tenderest, juiciest, pinkest beef available in the Great Lakes area. What I will also say is that TG was so caught up in sterling conversation, that she somewhat lost track of where she was. Picture it: a large pink slab in front of her, a sharp knife in her hand… yep! Without even realizing it, TG carved a fairly decent rendition of the Chicago Skyline into her Prime Rib. That wouldn’t have been so bad, if she hadn’t dipped it in the au jus and stamped it into the menu. She even refused a doggie bag for it, and instead insisted that the waiter bring her a 6x9 manila mailer for her Prime Rib. Those of you in her “City of Big Shoulders” Postal Ring, watch out!

And so the date progressed, and so the date eventually ended. Oh, it had been a magical evening… two friends, separated by time and experience, yet with so much past and so much future. Could it work? Only time would tell. (Author’s Note: I get paid by the cliché). He drove her back to her place in silence, neither one wanting to say too much and risk spoiling the atmosphere. TG was a bit apprehensive, naturally. The date, despite a few bumps here and there (and there, and over there, and bunch near here, and quite a group of them somewhere along there), had been a success. It really had been a pleasant evening. But… would there be another? And… what would happen on the doorstep? Her mouth went dry with nervousness.

Now, when one is potentially maybe kinda sorta expecting a goodnight kiss, the last thing one wants is dry, chapped lips. In an effort to circumvent this, a few blocks away from her house TG reached into her backpack looking for her lipstick. Where was it? She couldn’t find it! Oh dear, this was a problem. But as we know, our TG is a spunky and clever one, and so she used what she knew to be her tried and true friend – her ubiquitous Marvy Marker. A few quick swipes across the lips, and all was well. Until they got to the doorstep.

As any letterboxer who uses markers knows, once you apply them, they go dry pretty quickly. Standing on the stoop (is that an oxymoron?), she faced him, looked up into his eyes, and they each leaned forward ever so slowly. She couldn’t stop, but she had to do something about the dry marker lips! She reached around and held him close, her head over his shoulder, knowing that at any moment the kiss was inevitable. While he was distracted by the warmth of her hug, TG quickly brought her hand up and cupped it over her mouth, and did what all letterboxers do to moisten their stamps: she HUFFED! Huff, huff, hufffff, huffff, in a desperate attempt to moisten her Marvy-lous lips. One final big hufffffffff… and that was the last thing she remembered.

TG awoke several hours later, in a hospital bed. As best the doctors could piece together the story, it went something like this. Apparently, she had hyperventilated in her attempt to moisten the marker. She collapsed daintily on the porch, but in doing so, dropped her backpack. The backpack tumbled down the stairs, strewing its contents about. The bottle of 100% Pure Acetone had broken on the sidewalk, and splashed all over the side of the Bentley. An empty Altoids Tin careened down the cement steps, creating little sparks with each bounce…

Need I go on? TG’s online friends will be happy to know that she is fine, relatively uninjured, and that the eyebrows that were lost during the explosion will soon grow back, good as new. And the best news is that her date promises to call her again, as soon as his hearing returns! And when he does, you can count on me to keep you posted on the events of TG’s Second Date…
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale (Part 2)
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Reply to: #126818 by wassamatta u
Sep 8, 2007 4:03am
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Fabulous story Wassa! Never a dull moment. Who knows maybe TG's date will escort her to a letterbox next time. (so at least when she's huffing the marker next time she's sitting down. :) ) Thanks for the great tale with my coffee!!!

-HG
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Reply to: #126826 by HG's Crew
Sep 8, 2007 5:23am
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Wonderful work, Wassa!

jay1
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Sep 8, 2007 5:30am
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If I am lucky nuff at some point in the future to find a woman crazy enuff to date me I will NOT lot WassU know.


Peace Balance
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Reply to: #126818 by wassamatta u
Sep 8, 2007 6:01am
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TG awoke several hours later, in a hospital bed.

Now that is a clever spot to hold an after gather at. How'd you book that one TG?????


PB
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Reply to: #126428 by wassamatta u
Sep 8, 2007 7:10am
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Having reread Wassa's original post, I realized that I needed to make at least one comment on what I considered to be the most important part of the entire piece:

Quote By the time she was done, naturally, she had a flowing red evening gown (and flowing red fingers, hands, and arms), as well as a substantially higher “F” count. (Note to Mr Yuk: Do NOT make an “F count” comment here.)


Knowing Mr. Yuk (and having a mind that, like my students, is at least halfway in the gutter), I thought it VERY important to note right NOW that the Highlander and have ALWAYS gotten our F count TOGETHER (well, we've also gotten a LOT of F counts with Jiggs when he comes into town and with other guests, but that's just being neighborly, not trashy, right?)
Re: Trekkie Gal’s Big Date: A Cautionary Tale (Part 2)
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Reply to: #126818 by wassamatta u
Sep 8, 2007 8:05am
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And you don't have a book on the shelves, why . . . . . ??????

LL
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Reply to: #126868 by Lady Lilac
Sep 8, 2007 1:42pm
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And you don't have a book on the shelves, why . . . . . ??????


because wassa and sprite haven't edited the manuscript and gotten it back to me, that's why...

nw
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Reply to: #126936 by Romana
Sep 8, 2007 1:46pm
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because wassa and sprite haven't edited the manuscript and gotten it back to me, that's why...


Guilty as charged!

Ok, but you think we can sneak these posts into it? Huh? Can we? Pleeeeeeeease? Purty pleeeease?

-wassamatta_u
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Reply to: #126938 by wassamatta u
Sep 8, 2007 1:58pm
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yeah, these have got to be put in...

nw