Marsupialized wrote:I am all for some sort of gathering of the members of this forum at this particular bar.

I would usually be against such nonsense but the idea of all of these particular people with their particular world views and attitudes jammed into that bar rubbing shoulders with the femme monsters of the midway, discussing the issues of the day is too good to let go of.

Seconded.

Thirded.

I'd love to see how many chubs we could plow. Too bad I'm married.

interloper wrote:Thirded.

I'd love to see how many chubs we could plow. Too bad I'm married.

I think the rule is it's not cheating if the girl is fatter than your wife

Thanks for the proverbial hall pass.

Looks like I'm in.

interloper wrote:You know, come to think of it, I have a pretty healthy amount of odd rare live and demo Brainiac stuff I could upload in gmail world if anyone's interested.

yes please...

interloper wrote:You know, come to think of it, I have a pretty healthy amount of odd rare live and demo Brainiac stuff I could upload in gmail world if anyone's interested.

Also, please go gmail. Not everyone on here uses this sendspace.

Worst thread ever.

Pretty sure the worst bar I was ever dragged to was Roscoe's, here in Chicago. Some guy friends of mine thought it was funny to get stoned and go there and dance with each other. It's basically gay ground-zero in Chicago. One time I went with them, begrudgingly, and here's how it went...

Super, super crowded. Nothing but doudes, with just a couple chicks here and there. They maybe weren't even chicks for all I know.

This place is all about the dancing.

We find a spot where I can stand, since I don't like dancing in the first place, and there's basically nothing else to do but stand around and drink.

There's an actual conga-line type thing going on, a line of doudes all holding the hips of the guy in front of them, worming their way all over the place through the dance floor which we are standing near. And every fucking guy, as they go past us, is rubbing up against me a lot. So we move to a different spot, closer to the bar. Same thing. Conga line of feel-coppers.

This has nothing to do with me not liking gay doudes. I really couldn't care less about that. It has to do with me not liking dance clubs, and me not liking lots and lots of stangers crowding me. I like space. I'm not a fan of being felt up by mobs of people.

Most awful bar I've ever been dragged to, no doubt.

I'm now laughing, picturing how crowded it's gonna be at the Mission of Burma show tonight... the funny part is picturing going there and it's super crowded, but it's not Mission of Burma, it's fucking techno music and a conga line of douchebags copping a feel.

So for me, it's crowded bars in general, and the one time I was dragged to Roscoe's specifically.

interloper wrote:I'd love to see how many chubs we could plow. Too bad I'm married.

pathetic.

Adam CR wrote:Worst thread ever.

correct.

This thread made me laugh like a bastard.