WW Quotes
(mass insanity)
- Gullifty’s with Claire and Pat: Do we stay or go? And, where does Pat sleep?
- Pegged Chautauqua arrival time: 12:30 AM. Actual Chautauqua arrival time: 4 AM
- Fly duty
- Moving the dresser for smoke detector duty
- A strangely cold night at Chautauqua
- Finding out the next morning that no less than 16 windows were open – thanks, Grandmother’s friends
- Waking up bright and early at noon on Saturday
- The Bemus Point Inn Cinnamon Roll claims another victim
- Debating taking the woman home from Bemus Point
- Mat: “I loved the hair, loved the breasts, love the back…”
Martin: “Loved the shoes…”
Mat: “Loved the – wait, the shoes?”
- Martin: “I’ve lost it man, I’ve lost it, I can’t do it anymore!”
- One check, please
- The walk through the woods, or, walking in the pitch dark and falling over
- Hundreds of bizarre mini-pumpkins in the trail
- The albino pumpkin: what the hell was that thing?
- Drying clothes over the fire
- Martin’s love of deer: Nione with deer, deer pajamas, deer hat, deer in path going to Webb’s
- Ah, Webb’s
- Matias getting tipsy on one glass of wine/apple juice
- The chicken noodle soup
- Accidentally ordering an extra massive bowl of the soup… apiece… and then finishing both plus two things of rolls and the huge meals
- Tasting each other’s wine at a romantic table dinner for two in front of a fire and Christmas Tree with amazing background music at Webb’s. Martin: “Strangely, one of the most romantic dinners I’ve ever been on”
- Twenty seconds at the bar with the woman: Great talk, great goal, great God
- The fire: Beautiful, hot, entrancing. Better than TV
- Martin: You have a spark.
Mat: Yes.
Martin: No, on your robe, there’s sparks, they’re still there, it's on fire, put them out.
- Going through the Writer’s Meetings notes. “Child: But that’s not where the pie goes!”
- Mat, acting out Sitiani slow-motion escape:
Mat(falling into couch, clutching shoulder): “Ow!”
Martin: “Geez, Mat! You’re falling apart over there.”
Mat: Man down, man down.
- Mat(reading aloud): Ch.8: Among the Leaves. …If you say ‘amongst’, I’ll blow your head off.
Martin: Ok.
Mat: … Is it amongst?
Martin: Yeah, it is.
Mat: Damn it!
Martin: You could say 'among' though. I’m pretty sure.
Mat: Fine.
Martin: Although it’s really amongst.
Mat: …Ch.8: The Leaves.
- Martin: I feel like I’m in an inner monologue with two people
- Face is top three
- Mat: “We’ll write again in 10 minutes.”
(Mat hangs robe in front of fire for thirty seconds, then puts it on. )
Mat: “…Oooh.” Asleep in five minutes
- A much better night’s sleep Sunday. Wonder why
- Bemus Point Inn II: The Revenge
- The owl
- Martin: This is the most productive I’ve been all trip.
Mat: It’s time to go.
Martin: Damn it.
- The ride home: We’ll discuss Manipulation for a few minutes as part of our many topics to cover
- Two hours later: “So if Manipulation was discovered, used, and then banned…”
- The End
Martin: I feel like I should kiss you goodbye.
Mat: With tongue or without tongue?
Martin: I think you know.
Mat: ...Writer's Weekend.
Until next year.
- Gullifty’s with Claire and Pat: Do we stay or go? And, where does Pat sleep?
- Pegged Chautauqua arrival time: 12:30 AM. Actual Chautauqua arrival time: 4 AM
- Fly duty
- Moving the dresser for smoke detector duty
- A strangely cold night at Chautauqua
- Finding out the next morning that no less than 16 windows were open – thanks, Grandmother’s friends
- Waking up bright and early at noon on Saturday
- The Bemus Point Inn Cinnamon Roll claims another victim
- Debating taking the woman home from Bemus Point
- Mat: “I loved the hair, loved the breasts, love the back…”
Martin: “Loved the shoes…”
Mat: “Loved the – wait, the shoes?”
- Martin: “I’ve lost it man, I’ve lost it, I can’t do it anymore!”
- One check, please
- The walk through the woods, or, walking in the pitch dark and falling over
- Hundreds of bizarre mini-pumpkins in the trail
- The albino pumpkin: what the hell was that thing?
- Drying clothes over the fire
- Martin’s love of deer: Nione with deer, deer pajamas, deer hat, deer in path going to Webb’s
- Ah, Webb’s
- Matias getting tipsy on one glass of wine/apple juice
- The chicken noodle soup
- Accidentally ordering an extra massive bowl of the soup… apiece… and then finishing both plus two things of rolls and the huge meals
- Tasting each other’s wine at a romantic table dinner for two in front of a fire and Christmas Tree with amazing background music at Webb’s. Martin: “Strangely, one of the most romantic dinners I’ve ever been on”
- Twenty seconds at the bar with the woman: Great talk, great goal, great God
- The fire: Beautiful, hot, entrancing. Better than TV
- Martin: You have a spark.
Mat: Yes.
Martin: No, on your robe, there’s sparks, they’re still there, it's on fire, put them out.
- Going through the Writer’s Meetings notes. “Child: But that’s not where the pie goes!”
- Mat, acting out Sitiani slow-motion escape:
Mat(falling into couch, clutching shoulder): “Ow!”
Martin: “Geez, Mat! You’re falling apart over there.”
Mat: Man down, man down.
- Mat(reading aloud): Ch.8: Among the Leaves. …If you say ‘amongst’, I’ll blow your head off.
Martin: Ok.
Mat: … Is it amongst?
Martin: Yeah, it is.
Mat: Damn it!
Martin: You could say 'among' though. I’m pretty sure.
Mat: Fine.
Martin: Although it’s really amongst.
Mat: …Ch.8: The Leaves.
- Martin: I feel like I’m in an inner monologue with two people
- Face is top three
- Mat: “We’ll write again in 10 minutes.”
(Mat hangs robe in front of fire for thirty seconds, then puts it on. )
Mat: “…Oooh.” Asleep in five minutes
- A much better night’s sleep Sunday. Wonder why
- Bemus Point Inn II: The Revenge
- The owl
- Martin: This is the most productive I’ve been all trip.
Mat: It’s time to go.
Martin: Damn it.
- The ride home: We’ll discuss Manipulation for a few minutes as part of our many topics to cover
- Two hours later: “So if Manipulation was discovered, used, and then banned…”
- The End
Martin: I feel like I should kiss you goodbye.
Mat: With tongue or without tongue?
Martin: I think you know.
Mat: ...Writer's Weekend.
Until next year.
Labels: Caissa, Friendship

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