So, to borrow Shai's way of doing this...
Party. Our place. Two weeks. Comment if interested.
And add my own bits.
Um. There will be alcohol, floor space and couch space for crashing. And if we really feel like it, air mattress, and lots of blankets...
There will be no organized museum tours, although I suppose we could wander down to the lake at least once (under the evil daystar, no less).
And add my own bits.
Um. There will be alcohol, floor space and couch space for crashing. And if we really feel like it, air mattress, and lots of blankets...
There will be no organized museum tours, although I suppose we could wander down to the lake at least once (under the evil daystar, no less).

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*eyes icon, and snickers*
"Fine."
"Fine."
"The two of you are setting a bad example for Cassie," Daniel explained in irritation. He shoved his glasses back up his nose.
"We are?" Her eyebrow raised, Sam Carter crossed her arms over her chest.
"Daniel."
"Jack."
....er... something like that, anyway....
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And I think I'm already slated to go to
Otherwise that would be fucking swell. (And you know if I was healthy I would totally saddle up my little Mazda and drive to... wherever it is you live, because I don't actually know, but I'm pretty sure there's no ocean between us). I will be there partying like a mad thing in SPIRIT.
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And it's Milwaukee. Which is... erm, not an ocean, at least. I think there's a big fricking lake there, though.
(and I d'no about beer, exactly... There will be hard liquor, though... Hrm.)
And we will party extra for you (and Lisa).
*stillpouts*
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I just get funny looks when I talk about hard liquor in conjunction with pong.
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*contemplates Pong*
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I had no idea there were regulations for beer pong. Is there... like, an international committee of frat boys who decide these things?
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I'm cute, don't hurt me. I'm cute, don't hurt me.
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