to clarify - she said nothing. not about the puke, but i mean, at all. immm and i were seriously WTF b/c we were sitting next to her (at brunch) and she legit did not talk. even when asked questions. i think we got a yep and a shrug out of her before we were like, fuck it.
I went to one in TX. The hotel lost power and one of the women and I were sitting up and talking. I was telling her a story about something and after a few minutes, realized she had fallen asleep. It was pretty funny
OMG, and then I went to one in Chicago. We stayed at THE worst and shadiest hotel ever to exist. Like, my bed moved like a seesaw, the card system didn't work so an employee just let you in to whatever room you asked, the mirrors had that lacy overlay on them...it was amazing. The morning we all left, I decided to turn on the tv and listen to something while I got ready and packed. All the channels were static, except one. So I turn that one on and watch for a second to see what it was.
IT WAS PORN. Then I remember one of the girls had her young children with her, so I call her and I'm like "DON'T TURN ON THE TV, IT'S PORN!!!"
Too late. She had already sat her DS down to watch tv and figured out about porn the hard way. Whoops!
Didn't she also puke in a trash can and not clean it up? I seem to remember LTP telling me she was peeved because she was hosing out a trash bin full of vomit the next day.
yes! that did happen! i forgot.
I really regret not being there. I picked the wrong weekend to leave my husband!
I really regret not being there. I picked the wrong weekend to leave my husband!
I had a work thing that prevented me from booking that was then CANCELLED, but too late to go. SAME DAMN THING happened with a G2G at sara's. Goddamn job.
I met @otterama this weekend and pretty much wanted to steal her kid. Andplusalso ... PIE. But I don't think it was awkward overall.
Except for the part where my child tried to eat you numerous times. Rosie is teething and EVERYTHING goes in her mouth. mrs.jacinthe is holding her and sure enough, R grabs her hand and stuffs it in her mouth. Teething is insane!
But it was adorable. I'd let your kid chew my fingers off if she wanted. It's a good thing she's not older, because I'd be that horrible person who can't say no to anything. "What? You want a glass of wine? But you're 5! Oh, ok, because you're cute!!!" LOL (j/k, mostly)
I did a gtg with a girl from my month board back on the old site. Through a year of planning, determined how close we actually live to one another and that we had connections to the local university, etc. The gtg was maybe a little awkward, as it was just us and our Hs, but it was pretty fun. We ended up doing Thanksgiving dinner with them that year and have had dinner together a couple of times since. They're pretty cool.
I would like to meet some of the Denver ladies, but I'm not sure I feel like I would fit in very well. *-)
Back on the other board there was a good sized gtg out in CA that people from all over flew in for. There was probably 20 of us total. We had three suites and one of the nights we were like junior high girls running from suite to suite. Security came to our room several times and we the final time we were moments away from being kicked out. Now that would have sucked.
It wasn't a gtg from this board, but yes. It was a gtg for my figure skating board, the first year we bought group seating to watch a competition. It quickly became clear that one older man was a creepy pervert, who was obsessed with taking zoom-in pictures of junior level girls (ages 12-15) when their legs over their heads doing spirals and spins. He'd also talk about how "lovely" they were compared to the older (ages 18-22) skaters who were too "womanly".
We all basically stopped talking to him while at the competition and didn't invite him to any of our social activities that week. He was also shunned from attending future events with our group.
I pretty much have never been to a GTG that was not awkward. Awkwardness follows me everywhere.
you lie.
eta: uh-oh, has this become awkward now?
I MISS YOU. WHAT THE FUCK.
I'm not saying every part of it was awkward. I just feel like I could make at least one awkward thing that has happened each time. Remember when we went to an expensive cooling class that sucked? Awkward. Remember that time we sat at the Cheesecake Factory for like 3 hours and the waitress just stopped serving us? That happens at like every restaurant. Awkward. Remember that time I thought Betty Baggins was Betty Baggins real name? Awkward.
I miss you too and look forward to many more years of awkward shit.
Rexy was texting me at like 3 am asking if she should sneak booze into the restaurant. I said, it's a restaurant, they will have drinks there. She went off on me saying I was suggesting she was too cheap to buy drinks there, and hung up on me. We didn't talk the next day at the gtg. Whatevs.
Agnes brought a guest book to the table for all of us to sign with our full names, addresses, and social security numbers (which she said were optional). She also brought supplies for us to decorate this guest book. I don't even remember what my page looked like, but I got a paper cut.
Gretchen showed up with jars of coconut oil for everyone, which would have been funny...if she hadn't insisted on a "fun" game of put coconut oil in the hair to the person to your right and make a sculpture with it. WTF?
Ginap brought her husband. Who sat on her lap. And she spoon fed him his lunch. Need I say more?
Farmer showed up with a freakin' rake. A RAKE. Look, farmer, you're cute, and I get the rake/SN connection. But bringing it, then trying to eat with it? It's not a fork, weirdo!
Kirkette started singing in the middle of our meal. We were all involved with our food, when out of nowhere, she looks up at the ceiling and starts belting out Don't Stop Believin'. We sat there in embarrassment for the entire song. Then she just went back to eating and talking when she was done, like nothing happened.
Anyway, I was the only normal one out of the bunch, but at least the food was good.
DH and I were going over our calendar for the week last night, and I reminded him that I'm meeting my internet friends this weekend. He got all nervous for me and started asking me a bunch of questions, which, in turn, made me even more nervous.
Rexy was texting me at like 3 am asking if she should sneak booze into the restaurant. I said, it's a restaurant, they will have drinks there. She went off on me saying I was suggesting she was too cheap to buy drinks there, and hung up on me. We didn't talk the next day at the gtg. Whatevs.
Agnes brought a guest book to the table for all of us to sign with our full names, addresses, and social security numbers (which she said were optional). She also brought supplies for us to decorate this guest book. I don't even remember what my page looked like, but I got a paper cut.
Gretchen showed up with jars of coconut oil for everyone, which would have been funny...if she hadn't insisted on a "fun" game of put coconut oil in the hair to the person to your right and make a sculpture with it. WTF?
Ginap brought her husband. Who sat on her lap. And she spoon fed him his lunch. Need I say more?
Farmer showed up with a freakin' rake. A RAKE. Look, farmer, you're cute, and I get the rake/SN connection. But bringing it, then trying to eat with it? It's not a fork, weirdo!
Kirkette started singing in the middle of our meal. We were all involved with our food, when out of nowhere, she looks up at the ceiling and starts belting out Don't Stop Believin'. We sat there in embarrassment for the entire song. Then she just went back to eating and talking when she was done, like nothing happened.
Anyway, I was the only normal one out of the bunch, but at least the food was good.
I believed this up until right after the guest book part. I even believed that minus the SSN because people are WEIRD.
Rexy was texting me at like 3 am asking if she should sneak booze into the restaurant. I said, it's a restaurant, they will have drinks there. She went off on me saying I was suggesting she was too cheap to buy drinks there, and hung up on me. We didn't talk the next day at the gtg. Whatevs.
Agnes brought a guest book to the table for all of us to sign with our full names, addresses, and social security numbers (which she said were optional). She also brought supplies for us to decorate this guest book. I don't even remember what my page looked like, but I got a paper cut.
Gretchen showed up with jars of coconut oil for everyone, which would have been funny...if she hadn't insisted on a "fun" game of put coconut oil in the hair to the person to your right and make a sculpture with it. WTF?
Ginap brought her husband. Who sat on her lap. And she spoon fed him his lunch. Need I say more?
Farmer showed up with a freakin' rake. A RAKE. Look, farmer, you're cute, and I get the rake/SN connection. But bringing it, then trying to eat with it? It's not a fork, weirdo!
Kirkette started singing in the middle of our meal. We were all involved with our food, when out of nowhere, she looks up at the ceiling and starts belting out Don't Stop Believin'. We sat there in embarrassment for the entire song. Then she just went back to eating and talking when she was done, like nothing happened.
Anyway, I was the only normal one out of the bunch, but at least the food was good.
Rexy was texting me at like 3 am asking if she should sneak booze into the restaurant. I said, it's a restaurant, they will have drinks there. She went off on me saying I was suggesting she was too cheap to buy drinks there, and hung up on me. We didn't talk the next day at the gtg. Whatevs.
Agnes brought a guest book to the table for all of us to sign with our full names, addresses, and social security numbers (which she said were optional). She also brought supplies for us to decorate this guest book. I don't even remember what my page looked like, but I got a paper cut.
Gretchen showed up with jars of coconut oil for everyone, which would have been funny...if she hadn't insisted on a "fun" game of put coconut oil in the hair to the person to your right and make a sculpture with it. WTF?
Ginap brought her husband. Who sat on her lap. And she spoon fed him his lunch. Need I say more?
Farmer showed up with a freakin' rake. A RAKE. Look, farmer, you're cute, and I get the rake/SN connection. But bringing it, then trying to eat with it? It's not a fork, weirdo!
Kirkette started singing in the middle of our meal. We were all involved with our food, when out of nowhere, she looks up at the ceiling and starts belting out Don't Stop Believin'. We sat there in embarrassment for the entire song. Then she just went back to eating and talking when she was done, like nothing happened.
Anyway, I was the only normal one out of the bunch, but at least the food was good.
I believed this up until right after the guest book part. I even believed that minus the SSN because people are WEIRD.
Rexy was texting me at like 3 am asking if she should sneak booze into the restaurant. I said, it's a restaurant, they will have drinks there. She went off on me saying I was suggesting she was too cheap to buy drinks there, and hung up on me. We didn't talk the next day at the gtg. Whatevs.
Agnes brought a guest book to the table for all of us to sign with our full names, addresses, and social security numbers (which she said were optional). She also brought supplies for us to decorate this guest book. I don't even remember what my page looked like, but I got a paper cut.
Gretchen showed up with jars of coconut oil for everyone, which would have been funny...if she hadn't insisted on a "fun" game of put coconut oil in the hair to the person to your right and make a sculpture with it. WTF?
Ginap brought her husband. Who sat on her lap. And she spoon fed him his lunch. Need I say more?
Farmer showed up with a freakin' rake. A RAKE. Look, farmer, you're cute, and I get the rake/SN connection. But bringing it, then trying to eat with it? It's not a fork, weirdo!
Kirkette started singing in the middle of our meal. We were all involved with our food, when out of nowhere, she looks up at the ceiling and starts belting out Don't Stop Believin'. We sat there in embarrassment for the entire song. Then she just went back to eating and talking when she was done, like nothing happened.
Anyway, I was the only normal one out of the bunch, but at least the food was good.
So... these are things I should do? Or should not?
You're the GTG expert. So, at what point do I expose my penis? And do I do it all casual like, just sort of let it flop out and wait for people to notice, or should I yell, "I'm coming out! So let's get this party started!!" and then helicopter it?
At a good sized Boston MM gtg last year I dropped an unused, still in the wrapper pad (NOT a more socially acceptable tampon or MM Approved Diva Cup, but a pad) in the restaurant parking lot and I believe it was Rikki who had to point it out to me. "Hey, is that your pad??" I played it off as "hehehhhh living up to my screen name" but I was completely mortified. Luckily it was as we were leaving, but damn. We're having another gtg this weekend, just hoping I don't top it.