I have received the approval from the founding father's of MERL to grant the official stamp of acceptance to the Western Chapter. Fuck, what a gong show that has the potential to be.
So, there's to be a few pictures interspersed with this. First is a most delightful picture of myself, shot by myself, and one that I will deny is me should anyone have the audacity to ask. Nonetheless, it is possibly me looking away from downtown Vangroovie at the Seabus terminus station during the recent snowstorm. No other pictures will be revealed as I really don't have any. Perhaps, however, it will lend the air of import that accompanied my fact finding mission to the west coast on behalf of the executive MERL board.
While the main meeting of PERL/WERL was scheduled for the following day, I was afforded the opportunity to grill the two initial ringleaders of the upstart WERL chapter on my arrival date. Said meeting took place at the Flying Beaver down by the YVR south terminal. After dispensing with the ordering of beverages and food, I got to the heart of the matter and simply asked Miss Freyja and UncleG...."What, exactly, does the letter W stand for?" There was not even a pause, and the answer was provided...."Why, Western of course". I have to say I was shocked....all along the Merlito's had been fretting that it was "Women's". Good grief, I almost cancelled the rest of the trip right there.
Given the general good cheer of the moment and the obvious relief of the MERL emmisary, we proceeded to proceed with our rather artistic rendition of Moderator One. This was constructed very carefully and with great thoughtfulness whist we downed another beer or something. It was, apparently, quite a dark beer as evidenced by the stain on the bottom of the unholy WERL napkin. Thank you for your attendance Mod-1, and it was great that you let us charge that bill to your tab. You are well regarded at the Beaver.
Finally, to the heart of the matter. The next day dawns, I meet Miss Freyja and UncleG at the secret clubhouse in downtown Vangroovie and go in looking for the Puntmeister. I look, scan, ask, wander, finally moving down the stairs past some guy and UncleG says...."uh, Eddie, say hi to Punt". Well, fer fucks sake I wouldn't have picked that good looking sonofabitch off on my own. AND, he had a pearl necklace ensemble around his wrist.
Once that initial confusion was over, we sat down en masse, ordered up some beverages and food and started to swap our respective bullshit. I informed Punt that I was nearing a cure for homelessness, Punt offered that he almost has the first stage of the Martian landing module completed, UncleG expounded on his recently successful attempts to corner the gold market, and the amazing Miss Freyja simply looked at us all as though we were psycho. Punt made a presentation of a beautiful silver watch that came with the Pearl package as an offering to the founding father's of MERL. Said watch was gratefully accepted and borne successfully back to Edmonton as witnessed by it's inclusion in the above photograph which was took where I lives.
The delightful servers Amy and Geoffrey were made honourary PERL members and were given a PERL necklace (the imported necklaces having made it in time to Vangroovie). While Geoffrey apparently had to give his necklace away (I don't recall that, I'm just reading the chickenscratch from the unholy PERL napkin), Amy was seen wearing it through to the conclusion of the evening. Punt and Freyja were overheard comparing their respective chances at bedding the lovely lass.
The evening concluded with a visit to a friend of Miss Freyja who shall remain nameless unless she wishes to name herself and I kind of hope she does cause she's pretty cool. She, too, was given a PERL necklace.
That's about it. What a blast that whole trip was and what a relief about the W. People of Vangroovie and/or visitors.....you really should consider requesting an invite to the WERL meetings if and when they are offered. That little chapter is in some excellent hands based on what I can tell....those are some good people out there.
Thank you for your time and inattention. It is shortly time for me to head back up to the middle of nowhere. Hopefully Bernice the Bear and Molly the Moose aren't too annoyed with me. I kind of left my phone off for that entire trip.....that was nice. A bit of escapism.
Most respectfully,
eddie.
P.S. I haven't a clue if this should go in the lounge, the BDSM, or if it should even be posted at all. Given three choices, I generally take the middle one.
So, there's to be a few pictures interspersed with this. First is a most delightful picture of myself, shot by myself, and one that I will deny is me should anyone have the audacity to ask. Nonetheless, it is possibly me looking away from downtown Vangroovie at the Seabus terminus station during the recent snowstorm. No other pictures will be revealed as I really don't have any. Perhaps, however, it will lend the air of import that accompanied my fact finding mission to the west coast on behalf of the executive MERL board.
While the main meeting of PERL/WERL was scheduled for the following day, I was afforded the opportunity to grill the two initial ringleaders of the upstart WERL chapter on my arrival date. Said meeting took place at the Flying Beaver down by the YVR south terminal. After dispensing with the ordering of beverages and food, I got to the heart of the matter and simply asked Miss Freyja and UncleG...."What, exactly, does the letter W stand for?" There was not even a pause, and the answer was provided...."Why, Western of course". I have to say I was shocked....all along the Merlito's had been fretting that it was "Women's". Good grief, I almost cancelled the rest of the trip right there.
Given the general good cheer of the moment and the obvious relief of the MERL emmisary, we proceeded to proceed with our rather artistic rendition of Moderator One. This was constructed very carefully and with great thoughtfulness whist we downed another beer or something. It was, apparently, quite a dark beer as evidenced by the stain on the bottom of the unholy WERL napkin. Thank you for your attendance Mod-1, and it was great that you let us charge that bill to your tab. You are well regarded at the Beaver.
Finally, to the heart of the matter. The next day dawns, I meet Miss Freyja and UncleG at the secret clubhouse in downtown Vangroovie and go in looking for the Puntmeister. I look, scan, ask, wander, finally moving down the stairs past some guy and UncleG says...."uh, Eddie, say hi to Punt". Well, fer fucks sake I wouldn't have picked that good looking sonofabitch off on my own. AND, he had a pearl necklace ensemble around his wrist.
Once that initial confusion was over, we sat down en masse, ordered up some beverages and food and started to swap our respective bullshit. I informed Punt that I was nearing a cure for homelessness, Punt offered that he almost has the first stage of the Martian landing module completed, UncleG expounded on his recently successful attempts to corner the gold market, and the amazing Miss Freyja simply looked at us all as though we were psycho. Punt made a presentation of a beautiful silver watch that came with the Pearl package as an offering to the founding father's of MERL. Said watch was gratefully accepted and borne successfully back to Edmonton as witnessed by it's inclusion in the above photograph which was took where I lives.
The delightful servers Amy and Geoffrey were made honourary PERL members and were given a PERL necklace (the imported necklaces having made it in time to Vangroovie). While Geoffrey apparently had to give his necklace away (I don't recall that, I'm just reading the chickenscratch from the unholy PERL napkin), Amy was seen wearing it through to the conclusion of the evening. Punt and Freyja were overheard comparing their respective chances at bedding the lovely lass.
The evening concluded with a visit to a friend of Miss Freyja who shall remain nameless unless she wishes to name herself and I kind of hope she does cause she's pretty cool. She, too, was given a PERL necklace.
That's about it. What a blast that whole trip was and what a relief about the W. People of Vangroovie and/or visitors.....you really should consider requesting an invite to the WERL meetings if and when they are offered. That little chapter is in some excellent hands based on what I can tell....those are some good people out there.
Thank you for your time and inattention. It is shortly time for me to head back up to the middle of nowhere. Hopefully Bernice the Bear and Molly the Moose aren't too annoyed with me. I kind of left my phone off for that entire trip.....that was nice. A bit of escapism.
Most respectfully,
eddie.
P.S. I haven't a clue if this should go in the lounge, the BDSM, or if it should even be posted at all. Given three choices, I generally take the middle one.
