Man, I wish I had printed out all the pick-up lines submitted so far for use at last night’s birthday party for Darwin at the Redline. There was a surprising number of young, hot humanists and skeptics of both genders in attendance (see photographic evidence).
I showed up with fellow blogger Evelyn and my awesome friend Meredith, and we got to meet a couple of blog readers/podcast listeners, like Josh shown at the right with Evelyn and me and a chicken wing FRIED CEPHALOPOD! Plus I got to see Greg Epstein again, the Humanist Chaplain of Harvard University and an all-around great guy. He wore a pirate cap. Yar! We even got cake, which as you all know I heart big time.
Evelyn got some mic time in with a short rant on the young earth creationist she totally blasted this morning. This was a great thing, because a few people listening came right over to talk about further strengthening the local community of nonbelievers. I’m really hoping they follow through and email me so that we can really start exploring ways to get more people around Boston involved. I’ve actually been talking with a lot of people who have been similarly inspired, and hopefully we can all work together to get this grassroots skeptical activism going.
All in all, a successful event! I hope the rest of you had similarly fun observances of the day. Anyone else attend a party?
Come on, Rebecca, the important thing on the plate was the calimari. You didn't have that much whiskey last night. ;)
Ha, whoops! I actually DID have that much whiskey and totally forgot. I've edited the post!
Bravo! See, kids? Science is self-correcting!
Ooo! Ahh! *converts from no fewer than five made-up stories about where we all came from*
*manages, somehow, to retain some semblance of morality* :p
A half-dozen of us hit Chinatown to celebrate my friend Brian's surviving his qualifying orals (he's a grad student in MIT materials science). We enjoyed sinfully delectable food, and lots of it, plus the sort of conversation for which we are justfully renowned. With my friends, one entendre is never enough.
It's a bit like figure skating, Blake. Everybody knows the double entendres, so to impress the judges you really need to go for triples and quadruples.
I only see women in the one photo.
opps! Nope I see Scott! HI SCOTT!!!
Rebecca, you you missed an opportunity to include drumsticks!
And cheese fries (or sheese sticks, or whatever …)