Meeting of the NBHB, and a small Glossary
Ryan has clearly been watching old Ingrid Bergman movies, to say nothing about the last four Kentucky Derbies, judging by her prowess with mechanical horses.
The 'No Bustiers Here, Baby' Group had a great lunch in Shmalo Alto. Ryan was a model child. Very little baseball was mentioned, although baseball is the ostensible reason for NBHB, plus Fries and Shakes.
Both lovely Kristin...
...and lovely Sally, neither of whom has ever emailed more than one word at a time, turned out to be delightful conversationalists, while...
...The Great Plotnik was forced to watch The Great Mushnik do embarrassing things to her egg and olive sandwich. Meanwhile...
...Allen's Giants memorabilia jingled in every small gust of wind. Then, that night, the Saint Plotniko Braindead Caribbeans were given a gift victory by an Umpire whose eyesight was only bettered by his stubbornness. Meanwhile, the Stiletto City Plotzers were, shall we say kindly, gutted, boned, battered and fried in Minnesota. Life is not always fair, and baseball never is.
All others can stop reading now. Kristin: keep going.
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Saint Plotniko Braindead Caribbeans: SF Giants
Stiletto City Plotzers: LA Dodgers
Saint Patooty Piffles: SD Padres
The Great Plotnik's immediate family: The Great Ducknik, The Great PunkyDunky (married to The Great FiveHead, currently The Great FivePointFiveHead) and The Great BeezieWeezie, plus Plotnik's brother Schmeckl Plotnik and their mother Mummy Plotnik. That ought to get you going.
posted by DAK @ 8:33 AM
3 Comments:
Very nice post and pictures, ummm, Great Plotnik. NBHB works well! And thanks for not pointing out that I refused to share my milkshake while you and mush shared a milshake, fries (did she actually have any?), and cole slaw (again, did she?).
It was great fun and over too quickly. Maybe we can do this again when the Plotzers and Braindead Caribbeans meet in the NL Finals.
Ah,yes ~ how I wish I could have eaten that egg/olive wich in a more grown-up manner. Thank you for not taking a photo of my plate. We are an odd group and I don't know why it works, but it does. The mushnik had a few fries, we are lucky they didn't end up in the egg/olive orts, aren't we?
Dodger Doug, thanks for the GuideNik! Also, what a fabulous picture of RR -- I only wish I could have talked her into the Braindead Carribean dress.
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