Sunday Night pre-Cruise bash with the FReepers
The game plan for Sunday night was to hook up with Freeper-fave Luis Gonzalez, have dinner at a restaurant of his choice, and then crash the pre-cruise party at the Yankee Clipper.
Luis arrived at our hotel and promised a meeting with another Freeper and a lurker. Titilizing! Who could be our surprise guests?
Padrino's Cuban Cuisine was our destination as my mouth watered for some fine Cuban food, a first for me. Luis, my friend Deborah, and myself sat down and scoured the menu. What to choose. What to choose. Then our surprise guests arrived.
The lovely Ruthy (RMDupree) lit up the room upon her entrance. And with her? Donato Dalrymple! A wonderful surprise indeed. And he's just a normal guy as I would expect, just thrust into the media spotlight by the monstrous Clinton/Reno government.
The food was excellent as conversation bantered across the table. Donato will have a book coming out in December. How much did Associated Press want for that infamous picture of the gunman pointing at Donato and Elian? Ay-yi-yi!
Posing for the camera after dinner. Donato, Ruthy, Luis, Alan (CounterCounterCulture), and Deborah.
After dinner, we all headed to the Yankee Clipper on the shores of Fort Lauderdale. Time to surprise some more unsuspecting Freepers.
Many FReepers were already there, Abner, LurkerNoMore!, Syncro, Diotima, Taxman, BADJOE, Commonsense, Ms AntiFeminazi, Bob J, IronJack, Interesting Times, so many more Freepers. What? What's DixieSass doing here? Well, what a pleasant suprise to see you here.
They were pleasantly surprised to see Luis, Ruthy, and Donato crash their little shindig.
Uh-oh, who's this Freeperette so happy to see me and embracing me with harm hugs? "CounterCounterCulture! You're CounterCounterCulture!" Slip18 was quite happy to see me. I guess my reputation precedes me. :-)
Slip18 decide to hug my friend Deborah too! There's a picture later on of me and Slip18.
Diotima and LurkerNoMore! pose. Bob J on the left
Syncro about to push CommonSense out of the photo. Too late, buddy.
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