It's just not
a proper RG
until Deb's ensconced
at Registration.
(She's a Past LocSec, y'know.) A.B. |
Look. No hug, no lei.
I don't make the rules.
Oh, wait... I do!
S.B. |
Beer prep.
OK, stout then porter then wheat
then... No, no.
Stout then porter then
brown then...
S.B. |
I double-- No, I
triple-dare ya!
(BTW, the guy on the
left? That's Eric!)
(She's a Past LocSec,
too!)
A.B. |
Ya gotta love the pillaging
opportunities. Even if she
does have devil eyes...
A.B.
|
Bridge to Engineering...
Umm, the stars have
stopped streaking up here.
What gives?
A.B.
|
Don't ask. Trust me.
Just don't ask...
W.W. |
Our Young Mensa
Coordinator makes a
persuasive point. J.T. |
The Past NH LocSecs'
Hedonist Society convenes.
Um... where's Marty? J.T. |
The book sale and silent
auction to benefit MERF
are always popular.
(Hey! There's another Past LocSec!) J.T. |
Yeah, they'll be back next
year! How 'bout you? J.T. |
Uh-huh. I'll get back
to ya on that, ok? P.B.
|
"Mam-mie! How I love ya,
how I
love ya!..."
C'mon, sing it with me!
A.B. |
Hmm... Says here you're
supposed to
eat it.
Let's get Mikey!
(Wow! Past and Present LocSecs! --
Future, too?) P.B.
|
"Ai-yai-yaiyai!..."
C'mon, sing it with me!
A.B.
|
Be honest. Could we
be any cuter? A.B. |
Ah, mon petit flower!
Come
wis me to ze Casbah!
mMm, mMm, mMm!
P.B. |
Nope. I still can't
make it out... J.T. |
Friday night, Guinness, and
pitchers
and catchers
reporting. Life is good.
(This yahoo will never be
LocSec!)
P.B. |
Yes, everybody who's
anybody was
here! P.B. |
"It was late. I wasn't getting
anywhere on the case, and I'd
polished off most of a bottle of
cheap bourbon. I was about to
head
home to my flophouse,
when she
walked in..."
P.B.
|
"Fly me to the moon..."
C'mon, sing it with me!
P.B. |
Games under the
stars... J.T. |
"I'm a lumberjack
and I'm OK..."
C'mon, sing it with me!
P.B.
|
Nancy and Barb
take a quick breather.
Can ya blame 'em? J.T. |
Sue sure makes Hospitality
look glamorous
-- and easy --
doesn't she? J.T. |
Do I look like Tom Cruise
in 'Cocktails' to you? J.T. |
Were there really any losers
in the "How many Mensans
Can Fit in a
10X T-Shirt"
contest? P.B. |
Shall we dance?
J.T. |
Now..., I don't remember
them going in... J.T. |
Eww, ow. Now that's
dedication. J-Jack's got
nothin' on John McG.
W.W. |
Having long ago relinquished his
amateur status, your humble
webmaster would like to congratulate
the winners
of the Junior Open
Aloha Shirt Competition.
P.B. |
Are there really any losers
when Ken
dons a kilt? P.B. |
Yeah, sometimes it's best to
keep a safe distance at
those late-night
Scrabble
tourneys... P.B. |
Ahh, the pleasures of finally being
so wiped out you're blissfully
oblivious to an ExComm meeting
transpiring mere steps away. A.M. |
Thank you, Manchester! We
love you! Drive home safely!
Good night! J.T. |
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There
are still no
pictures of Eric. Sort of.
Pictures of Jeff, however,
are still right out! |
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