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Or, [You've gained experience!]

Or, Three pints later, Britney was all but forgotten

Or, Soy! [Gives you Strength!] Stains your teeth!

Or, [No Monkeys Were Harmed] During This Gathering of UK Everythingians.

Look, you can't blame me for a picnic being a [euphemism] for "[getting pissed] in a pub", but that's how [The E2 London Picnic] turned out. Initially the first announcement of an Everything Get-together, those Highly Organised and Obvioulsy Have A lot Of Free Time [Stateside] Everythingians beat us to meeting together months ago. So the venue was changed, a date finally established, and damn every other UK people who just happened to be in other countries at the time. The good thing is that no one killed each other, and we promised to get drunk together again as soon as possible.

I didn't arrive at [The Intrepid Fox] until five, because I was working all night and needing a few hours sleep. As it was, [a vast conspiracy] was plotted that I have no idea was about. It's probably because i was the only [expatriate] American there. I had to suffer the usual complaints about my fellow bloated, lazy countrymen, and even had to excuse myself for never seeing an episode of [Father Ted].

Not like we could have any conversations in The Intrepid Fox. It's a [metalhead] pub by day, and a goth hangout at night, so we were suffering the insufferable and oft-imitated [riffs] of one heartfelt metal song after another, played at a higher decibel each song. It brought me back to my sordid youth as a [Scorpions] and [Metallica] fan, I'm afraid, and I felt myself nodding my head and rapping the table like a pavlovian dog drooling when the bells ring. Dear god, how did my ears survive? Why didn't someone [just shoot me] back then for having no taste? and when was it going to end? Thankfully, enduring memories of [teenage rebellion], and having the excuse not to talk to anyone else due to the loud volume was made all worthwhile when a death metal cover of [Britney Spears]' "Hit Me Baby One More Time" came on. After snickering over the irony of it all, we escaped to another pub. But not before [heyoka] took photographic evidence of E2 [sabotage] to a table.

The activity of [Who wants a 'Calling Card' culled from Soho phone boxes?|signing postcards made out of tart cards culled from Red Telephone boxes] turned out pretty well, to my relief. (I think somewhere around this time we lost [fondue] who, after reading a card for "6 feet of Goddess, [Genuine photo]" rushed off to make a phone call). But the strangest part of the evening turned out to be [Iain] suddenly exclaiming that he could read Everything2 via [WAP] on his mobile.

The sun was still up when we sated our hunger at Hi [Sushi], allowing two people to lose their sushi virginity. ([dizzy] revealed that despite working for a Japanese company, he'd never had sushi.) The secret to going out to eat sushi regularly is to order a big dish of noodles so you aren't hungry enough to spend your entire week's [paycheck]. The [wasabi] was a bit potent this time around, which allowed me to admire the [hue]s of red shifting through [spiregrain]'s face when he ate a clump raw.

What I enjoyed most about us getting together was the sharing of knowledge, whether trivial, technical or just plain gossip. Whatever you were talking about, someone had something to add, and if not, were interested in hearing about it. It was just like any other group of friends, hanging out, getting drunk, talking a while, then heading off in various directions into the warm night.

Next time, [we're going to have to do something about the monkeys].