Announced: A Pseudo Potluck

        To be held at the home of Ruth G.S. Saber, the night of Friday,
October 25th.
        Pseudos only need appear.
        Bring a dish to pass. Should be enough to serve...well...how many 
do *you* think will come?
        Early birds may arrive at 7pm, those who come fashionably late should
not be later than 10pm.

        The main attraction will be the Hostess' superb quiche, and, it is
hoped, Tocohl's torte, Crimson's crepes, Razberry's raspberry souffle, and
a carload of dishes from John Remmers.

22 responses total.

Alcohol will NOT be served. It is too hard to keep track of who one is, 
when enebriated.

Heh.  Will Thisbe be there?

Will there be any of that fake crab meat ?
or any other pseduo-foods ?
.

If you filled out name tags with known user's id's, I wonder if some
of your guests might enjoy wearing one of their favorites and becoming
"real" as that person for the evening.

If they did, you could end up with both familiar as well as unfamiliar
faces attending, and no one would lose anonymity.

Upon rereading that, maybe it would be safer to assume someone else's
ID rather than their id.  Although the later could be kind of interesting
it might be best tried with a good psychologist in attendance.

A most unique idea, Ms. reach.  My compliments.

Hey, yeah, you forgot mulberry!  Can't forget the Queen of Pseudodom.  :-)

My deepest apologies. I am abashed.
My face is crimson.
(to pun with abandon)
The androgynous mulberry is more than welcome, especially if bringing that
delectable Mulberry stew...

(Dear me, 'tis not a good day in spelling land)

Perhaps Thisbe could bring a Frisbee for the out-of-doors activities?

There could be a list of users at the door, and you would
have to pick a name from the list. any id but the ones you use.

The potluck was a rousing success!
Great merriment was evident!
I will let the principles tell their versions, but for my part, I was 
quite pleased.
A girl couldn't ask for a nicer peer group.

Mulberry wore a shimmering white dress beaded with faux pearls.
The cheese food canapes were the biggest hit on the food tray.
We played spin the Near Beer bottle.
When the clock struck twelve, the room filled with mist and everyone
was gone.

I was extremely pleased to finally meet Ms. reach.

The feeling was quite mutual.

Ah'd luv ta be thar, but ah've gots to milk mah cow.
Ahdol hands are th' Devil's handawork!

Well, don't forget, "milking" your cow is pretty darned illegal.

So, did anybody notice me?

Why, of course we did! Why do you think we called in Mr. sno to 
exterminate?

Well, it certainly wasn't to put out your flaming wit, I suppose, Ms.
Roach, er, Reach. I cannot imagine why an exterminator would be appropos
in your company. Or a fumigator.

My apologies. That was a decidedly inferior attempt at humor. I will 
endeavor to do better.

<spite tips his hat courteously>

Why would anyone attend a public event? Someone might notice! <pout>

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