The second Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash is on. Bloggers, groupies, protesters, and dancing girls are all invited.
Denver. April 11. Wyncoop Brewery.
Be there, or be somewhere else.
I’m really most interested in the groupies, you know.
If you have lots, will you share? Or do I have to get my own?
Damn my groupielessness.
One hell of a bride you have there, Steve, permitting you to go out drinking and carousing on such a regular basis. With groupies and dancing girls no less.
So far, I haven’t been attracting many dancing girls over my way, either. Maybe it’ll come with time.
Geez, we didn’t have dancing girls last time, did we? It just keeps getting better…
How about those of us with opposition opinions? (And who are, by the way, uninterested in dancing girls, but who would look favorably on dancing boys.)
Just who is included in this bash?
Anne, it’s a blogger bash, not a political bash. Bloggers of all political beliefs, including those who are apolitical, are more than welcome. As for the dancing boys, I’ve heard rumors about Steven if you get enough martinis in him…
Andrew almost has it right.
Put enough tequila in me and I get naked. There’s a story there, but I’m not gonna tell it here, fer crissakes.
Then my mission is clear: get to the Brewery first and make sure there is no tequila available for Stephen.
We’re all in you debt, Andrew.
I was going to attend until the image of Stephen nekkid flashed in my mind …
Bah. As I recall, Stephen, you never went near the tequila last time. Just martinis, in fact, IIRC.
So have no fear, Robin. I’m quite confident Melissa will ensure there will be no naked Vodkapunditry during the bash.
Don’t worry, Robin. I was forbidden years ago to drink tequilia in public. By order of a Eureka, CA judge.
None of which helps me in my quest for groupies.
Sounds like fun, Stephen. Sorry I can’t make it, but the Better Half would probably frown upon me traveling from North Carolina to Colorado to party with a bunch of fellow bloggers. Have one for me!
I have an amazing amount of respect for Stephen but my personal code of ethics prohibits me from seeing married men nekkid.
So, hiding the tequila is a worthy task.
Any story that involves tequila, a California judge and nudity has got to be worth telling.
Cough it up, bub.
Heh, it occurred to just as I hit the Post button that, in light of the VodkaGuy’s recent close encounter with fuzzy lung-bunnies, that last sentance may not have been the best choice of words.
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