About last night

The Drinking Liberally event was packed. I don’t know how many people were there, but I think it was somewhere within a few orders of magnitude of a gazillion. Kos speechified briefly, exhorted us to buy his book because every copy sold makes a conservative cry, and then answered questions from the crowd.

Dr B and The Connoisseur did show up fashionably late, and didn’t even make it in the door before she was intercepted by her fans.

We all had many pleasant conversations, and I think there may be a few new converts to the Drinking Liberally phenomenon. I also learned something very important, and I revealed a sad ignorance on my part: I had forgotten the Molluscs sketch, but Dave Puskala reminded me. How could I? It must have been a repressed memory, because there it is, a complete outline of Pharyngula’s strategy for success, only it’s funny.

Oh, and the drive home was spectacular. There were severe thunderstorms across the middle of the state, and as I was driving it was like fireworks going off before my windshield. And best of all, when I reached them it was nothing but a narrow storm band, and I drove maybe 5 minutes through fierce driving rain and pounding hail before breaking through to the calmness on the other side.

The PowerLiberal has more, and Chuck has video (it’s cute how the Wege gets in two words before the camera dies).


  1. stand says

    Big, rolling thunderstorms like that are one of the things I miss the most about home (grew up in Kansas). Here in Seattle, the local TV stations scramble their news teams when lighting strikes.

  2. says

    It doesn’t seem very fair for Zorba to call the murex a “queer crustacean” or a “mincing mollusc” simply because the species only has one gender.

  3. quork says

    In my experience, conversations that start with “About last night” usually don’t end well.

  4. says

    “Conversations that start with ‘About last night’ usually don’t end well.”

    How about “after drinking liberally?”

  5. Dread Pirate Flynt says

    When such a thirsty wench speaks nicely about me beer, how can a man be angry. Yer ship is about t’come in, me lovely lass.