POPday (1 week late)

Last Sat, ePop celebrated his three... oh! bday with a humungous dinner at the Thirsty Bear, and then a gathering at POP! - a party at a non-club, where we didn't/weren't allowed to dance, and had no pop music whatsoever.

But dinner was good :-)

There were about 18? 20? 40? peeps at Thirsty Bear. And we didn't have reservations! All I can say is thank gawd Thirsty Bear is no longer as popular as it used to be. Megan and I got there and basically started snagging tables to string together. We felt like tools for a bit while we waited for everyone to show - it was just 4 of us and 7 tables - but then it was all good.

As always, it was great to have our Robusteam reunion... with one conspicuous absense (*ahem, horse*). We inducted 2 new members - Fernando, a.k.a. Robustahousewife, and Karen, aka Robustafina. Actually, I think I'd like to change Fern's name to Robustanando. He doesn't always look like Carlos from DH or a dirty old man :-)


Isidro, Greg and Laura


Greg, Heather and two people who's name I can't remember


Being molested by Robustahousewife


Megan, ePop and her tubey top


Um, can you tell me when you're actually going to take a picture?!


Me, Caro and Clydo


Dirty old man gets some right back at him!


"Yuck! This is an orange peel!"




Eric: "Everyone over 30 get in the picture!"
Clyde reacts.


Isidro and Laura looking sexy.


Isidro looking not quite so sexy.

There were also some random cleavage shots later in the night, but I'm not going to post those :-D

After lots of food and not enough sangria, we headed over to some weird club for POP. I knew that it was slightly suspicious when we saw the "No Patron Dancing" sign on the door. And the trance didn't sound even slightly pop-like. But there were $5 steins of beer. Which was good enough to get us going, and get me, Clydo and Fern out the door and to Wastelands, where we danced with gay boys kand scarfed on pizza.