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nikon and xolo I was pointed to the Ohiofurs picnic. It was kind of a long drive -- one of the ones that's supposed to be two hours according to mapquest, but ends up being three because of (on the way down) traffic jams, construction, and naps.
The traffic jam and the construction were in the same place, but for some reason the traffic jam went on *past* the construction. Usually, when there's a huge jam behind a place where the road narrows down to one lane, it's the narrowing causing the jam, but it was jammed for another couple minutes afterwards. Really weird.
On the other hand, it was really weird to see people merging smoothly (albiet at low speeds) without assholes running up to try to nose in at the last second, like you'd see in Washington.
I got there just as the picnic part was ending, but they went to the mall afterwards, and then back to 'the apartment' where Sonic, Tybee, and... a couple other people lived. We basically just hung out and talked, and stuff, but it was interesting. Not sure if it was worth all the driving, though. Considering that I didn't know anyone. 'Though Tybee is supposedly also on Spindizzy. Not on the same shift as I am, though.
The Ohio gathering was a lot less huggy/scritchy/cuddly than the stuff I'm used to back in Bellevue... my guess is that that was because (a) these people didn't know each other as well either, being from all over Ohio (or at least, half of them were from Cincinnatti -- I didn't see anyone else from Toledo or Cleveland or anywhere else northish) and (b) more of them were women.
I left around 11, when I realized that I had to get home in time to get let back in to my mom's house, and that it would take at least two hours to get back... and since there was no traffic, it would have taken two hours, if I hadn't gotten lost every time I left the freeway, for gas, for caffeine, and even to find the house again... gah. The first two weren't my fault -- I'd get off on a random exit off 23, and discover that I couldn't get back on the freeway heading north without driving up to the next exit. Sigh.
nikon and xolo I was pointed to the Ohiofurs picnic. It was kind of a long drive -- one of the ones that's supposed to be two hours according to mapquest, but ends up being three because of (on the way down) traffic jams, construction, and naps.The traffic jam and the construction were in the same place, but for some reason the traffic jam went on *past* the construction. Usually, when there's a huge jam behind a place where the road narrows down to one lane, it's the narrowing causing the jam, but it was jammed for another couple minutes afterwards. Really weird.
On the other hand, it was really weird to see people merging smoothly (albiet at low speeds) without assholes running up to try to nose in at the last second, like you'd see in Washington.
I got there just as the picnic part was ending, but they went to the mall afterwards, and then back to 'the apartment' where Sonic, Tybee, and... a couple other people lived. We basically just hung out and talked, and stuff, but it was interesting. Not sure if it was worth all the driving, though. Considering that I didn't know anyone. 'Though Tybee is supposedly also on Spindizzy. Not on the same shift as I am, though.
The Ohio gathering was a lot less huggy/scritchy/cuddly than the stuff I'm used to back in Bellevue... my guess is that that was because (a) these people didn't know each other as well either, being from all over Ohio (or at least, half of them were from Cincinnatti -- I didn't see anyone else from Toledo or Cleveland or anywhere else northish) and (b) more of them were women.
I left around 11, when I realized that I had to get home in time to get let back in to my mom's house, and that it would take at least two hours to get back... and since there was no traffic, it would have taken two hours, if I hadn't gotten lost every time I left the freeway, for gas, for caffeine, and even to find the house again... gah. The first two weren't my fault -- I'd get off on a random exit off 23, and discover that I couldn't get back on the freeway heading north without driving up to the next exit. Sigh.
