(F) Eindhoven 8.0 meet report (sorta kinda)
Martin Wisse
Attendants: Eelco, Uwe, Rolf, Roach, Kimberley, Jos, Arwen, Jeroen B,
Rutger, Boris and yours truly.
The meet was supposed to start around fiveish and after an uneventful
train trip from Amsterdam I was in Eindhoven at around 16:30, so I
decided to wander around a bit.
So just as I started to wander, who should approach from the opposite
direction but Eelco, Uwe and Rolf, who had had the same idea.
After a bit of that we decided to go to the Trafalgar pub, where the
meet then commenced, us being the first to arrive.
Sign you're at a pub where meets have been held before 1:
"Hello, four Guinness?"
We settled in at the reserved places and awaited the arrival of the rest
of the pack, whom dribbled in slowly. Fluffy toys were brought out, as
were various chocolate foodstuffs. The big Tux Uwe brought along was
immediately claimed by Kimberley and stroked to death.
Kimberley brought along a care package from Rachel, containing several
toys for Eelco: a set of toy soldiers to defend his thesis with, a BMX
finger bike (no jokes please) and a deluxe snooker table, toy sized.
The "deluxe" part of the snooker table was hard to determine, but at
least it led to a flood of predictable jokes about balls dropping...
There were two new faces at the meet, Boris and Rutger. The former had
seen the meet announced at AFP, the later was blackmail^W convinced by
Eelco to come.
Conversation flowed gently, as did the Guinness. The news about the con
not happening was of course one of the main topics of discussion, but it
also included the usual amount of geeking, even *credit card* geeking by
some sad, sad persons.
Sign you're at a pub where meets have been held before, 2:
"I assume you want your usual table?"
After we had eaten, which was pretty good for pub food, the first people
had to leave already. Kim and Jos were the first to leave, followed by
Roach, leaving behind a pile of his compilation cd's.
The rest of us continued bravely without them, leaving the pub at about
1:30 AM, where we who would spend the night at Eelco's house plunged
into the waiting cab after saying goodbye to the locals going home.
Having spoken English all evening, Eelco became quickly aware how
difficult it is to then having to speak Dutch at the cabbie, while the
rest kept yammering away in English. Having been in similar situations I
could sympathise.
Finally at our sleeping address, you would think we would all want to
start unpacking our sleeping bags and hit the sack right?
Wrong. Not while IRC is still waiting. One IRC session and general
clowning around later and it was about three-ish, time to go to bed,
which we did.
After some time spent unconscious later, people started waking up.
Especially after the smell of coffee started drifting through the house
thanks to the hospitality of Eelco's parents, who were not at all
shocked at finding several weird critters inhabiting their living room.
I wonder if they have done this before....
Breakfast took a while to finish, especially since the conversation was
more stimulating then the various caffeinated beverages but sometime
before three Eelco finally kicked us out.
In all a highly enjoyable way to spend a weekend, but I knew that
already as did we all.
Quotes:
No quotes from me, Arwen has them except for one:
Rutger: Why are you writing all this down...?
Martin Wisse
--
>English is grammatically promiscuous.
I would have said perversely polymorphous.
Teresa Nielsen Hayden & Lucy Kemnitzer, rasfc
Kimberley Verburg
<snips throughout>
>Sign you're at a pub where meets have been held before 1:
>"Hello, four Guinness?"
Likewise, after I'd ordered a Coke: "Would you like a pint of that?"
>Kimberley brought along a care package from Rachel, containing several
That was Karen of the Hypatian persuasion. Blame where blame's due. :-)
She also sent Wonka Xploder bars which went snap, crackle and pop down my
throat. It felt like being strangled from the inside out. Strange stuff, I
think I prefer my chocolate docile.
>toys for Eelco: a set of toy soldiers to defend his thesis with, a BMX
>finger bike (no jokes please) and a deluxe snooker table, toy sized.
Should I name the sad, sad individuals who decided that the snooker balls
didn't roll properly and spent half an hour filing away the burrs on all
sixteen balls with their Leathermen?
>Sign you're at a pub where meets have been held before, 2:
>"I assume you want your usual table?"
Sign 3: Instead of giving you the centre table where attendees of the
first Eindhoven meets ate their dinner, they shove you right into the far
corner so you can't frighten the Muggles.
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Martin Wisse
wrote:
>mwi...@ad-astra.demon.nl (Martin Wisse) wrote:
>
><snips throughout>
>>Sign you're at a pub where meets have been held before 1:
>>"Hello, four Guinness?"
>
>Likewise, after I'd ordered a Coke: "Would you like a pint of that?"
>
>>Kimberley brought along a care package from Rachel, containing several
>
>That was Karen of the Hypatian persuasion. Blame where blame's due. :-)
>She also sent Wonka Xploder bars which went snap, crackle and pop down my
>throat. It felt like being strangled from the inside out. Strange stuff, I
>think I prefer my chocolate docile.
Hmmm.
>>toys for Eelco: a set of toy soldiers to defend his thesis with, a BMX
>>finger bike (no jokes please) and a deluxe snooker table, toy sized.
>
>Should I name the sad, sad individuals who decided that the snooker balls
>didn't roll properly and spent half an hour filing away the burrs on all
>sixteen balls with their Leathermen?
Oh go on, you know you want to. Not being one of those sad
individuals[1], I don't care...
>>Sign you're at a pub where meets have been held before, 2:
>>"I assume you want your usual table?"
>
>Sign 3: Instead of giving you the centre table where attendees of the
>first Eindhoven meets ate their dinner, they shove you right into the far
>corner so you can't frighten the Muggles.
Well, that's just common business sense....
[1] Didn't bring a knife with me.