OK, this is a strickly fictional account, but I've met orgers on 2 occasions (20 total orgers I believe) and here's a hypothetical account of what COULD happen:


1. You arrive from at the Airport and meet your first orger--probably somebody like CarrieMPLs. The meeting is always polite..even sweet. Then she starts complaining about the way you drive, but you don't pay her complaints much attention because you're still traumatized by the rental car associate with the hair scrunchie that processed your rental.

2. Everybody meets up at a Bar and the night appears to be going fine, but then an orger...we'll say Muse gets into an argument with another orger, and all of a sudden you're navigating a mindfield of who likes who, and who hates who, but you're too drunk to care or remember who you're supposed to get along with. In the meantime, Carrie is on your 12th cigarette break outside because smoking is not allowed inside the club, and while outside she scores a number from some guy she thinks is cute, but you know when she sobers up she'll realize she hates his shoes and that's reason enough not to call him.

3. The next morning everybody meets up to have breakfast and recap the wonderful time they've had so far. Because everyone is sober now, the conversations are polite, and everyone has stopped hating each other. You notice that some of the folks still smell like the bar from last night, but that's ok--you didn't brush your teeth that morning. For the first time in the entire trip, somebody mentions Prince.

4. Everyone goes out the next night, and having felt that they now know each other more---they argued, they cried, they screamed--in short, they've grown as people in that short time much the same way the cast of Real World MTV does..I digress, since everybody knows each other, they start gossiping about orgers that aren't there at the event. You get the sense that even though there was A LOT of drama the last few nights, you've missed out on a few details of the friendships forming because you're almost certain now that a few of the orgers have been fucking each other. At this point, Carrie finally gets drunk enough to spill the beans on your previous meetups. Anxiety, having been there 3 days with everyone at the events, utters his first words. He says "thank you" to the waitress serving you guys posh, gimmicky, potato pizzas. You all go out to First Avenue where you run into Bobby Z and Muse's beautician backgrounds makes her feel compelled to fix his prun-ish face. At this point Carrie is so drunk she's started a little mosh pit to the ill-suited Salt 'n' Peppa song "Push it."

There's more I could say, but suffice it to say org meetups are a lot of fun...just pay attention to who's fucking who because navigating the mindfield of drama only increases your org street cred.

Imago said:

Who is fucking who?

connorhawke said:

I never kiss and tell



Wait,... I didn't mean 'I' as in 'me'

OK, this is a strickly fictional account, but I've met orgers on 2 occasions (20 total orgers I believe) and here's a hypothetical account of what COULD happen:


1. You arrive from at the Airport and meet your first orger--probably somebody like CarrieMPLs. The meeting is always polite..even sweet. Then she starts complaining about the way you drive, but you don't pay her complaints much attention because you're still traumatized by the rental car associate with the hair scrunchie that processed your rental.

2. Everybody meets up at a Bar and the night appears to be going fine, but then an orger...we'll say Muse gets into an argument with another orger, and all of a sudden you're navigating a mindfield of who likes who, and who hates who, but you're too drunk to care or remember who you're supposed to get along with. In the meantime, Carrie is on your 12th cigarette break outside because smoking is not allowed inside the club, and while outside she scores a number from some guy she thinks is cute, but you know when she sobers up she'll realize she hates his shoes and that's reason enough not to call him.

3. The next morning everybody meets up to have breakfast and recap the wonderful time they've had so far. Because everyone is sober now, the conversations are polite, and everyone has stopped hating each other. You notice that some of the folks still smell like the bar from last night, but that's ok--you didn't brush your teeth that morning. For the first time in the entire trip, somebody mentions Prince.

4. Everyone goes out the next night, and having felt that they now know each other more---they argued, they cried, they screamed--in short, they've grown as people in that short time much the same way the cast of Real World MTV does..I digress, since everybody knows each other, they start gossiping about orgers that aren't there at the event. You get the sense that even though there was A LOT of drama the last few nights, you've missed out on a few details of the friendships forming because you're almost certain now that a few of the orgers have been fucking each other. At this point, Carrie finally gets drunk enough to spill the beans on your previous meetups. Anxiety, having been there 3 days with everyone at the events, utters his first words. He says "thank you" to the waitress serving you guys posh, gimmicky, potato pizzas. You all go out to First Avenue where you run into Bobby Z and Muse's beautician backgrounds makes her feel compelled to fix his prun-ish face. At this point Carrie is so drunk she's started a little mosh pit to the ill-suited Salt 'n' Peppa song "Push it."

There's more I could say, but suffice it to say org meetups are a lot of fun...just pay attention to who's fucking who because navigating the mindfield of drama only increases your org street cred.

Imago said:

It's funny you should make that Real World reference, because I've often wondered what it would be like to have some orgers living together in the same house (as in a Real World settng, with cameras rolling).

OK, this is a strickly fictional account, but I've met orgers on 2 occasions (20 total orgers I believe) and here's a hypothetical account of what COULD happen:


1. You arrive from at the Airport and meet your first orger--probably somebody like CarrieMPLs. The meeting is always polite..even sweet. Then she starts complaining about the way you drive, but you don't pay her complaints much attention because you're still traumatized by the rental car associate with the hair scrunchie that processed your rental.

2. Everybody meets up at a Bar and the night appears to be going fine, but then an orger...we'll say Muse gets into an argument with another orger, and all of a sudden you're navigating a mindfield of who likes who, and who hates who, but you're too drunk to care or remember who you're supposed to get along with. In the meantime, Carrie is on your 12th cigarette break outside because smoking is not allowed inside the club, and while outside she scores a number from some guy she thinks is cute, but you know when she sobers up she'll realize she hates his shoes and that's reason enough not to call him.

3. The next morning everybody meets up to have breakfast and recap the wonderful time they've had so far. Because everyone is sober now, the conversations are polite, and everyone has stopped hating each other. You notice that some of the folks still smell like the bar from last night, but that's ok--you didn't brush your teeth that morning. For the first time in the entire trip, somebody mentions Prince.

4. Everyone goes out the next night, and having felt that they now know each other more---they argued, they cried, they screamed--in short, they've grown as people in that short time much the same way the cast of Real World MTV does..I digress, since everybody knows each other, they start gossiping about orgers that aren't there at the event. You get the sense that even though there was A LOT of drama the last few nights, you've missed out on a few details of the friendships forming because you're almost certain now that a few of the orgers have been fucking each other. At this point, Carrie finally gets drunk enough to spill the beans on your previous meetups. Anxiety, having been there 3 days with everyone at the events, utters his first words. He says "thank you" to the waitress serving you guys posh, gimmicky, potato pizzas. You all go out to First Avenue where you run into Bobby Z and Muse's beautician backgrounds makes her feel compelled to fix his prun-ish face. At this point Carrie is so drunk she's started a little mosh pit to the ill-suited Salt 'n' Peppa song "Push it."

There's more I could say, but suffice it to say org meetups are a lot of fun...just pay attention to who's fucking who because navigating the mindfield of drama only increases your org street cred.

psychodelicide said:

Within the first 3 days they'll be resolving all there conflicts through thread interactions here in General Discussion.

Within 3 weeks, all of them will have been perma-banned.

How do you think a get together of all of us would go? I know me and ernestwell[Snip - Mars23]would argue.Me and Purplepassion would make out.

What do you think would happen. Good or bad

I've never met any Orger but I can sure as hell come up with a list of names that would make it an, erm, interesting event

Come to think of it, I haven't met a Prince fan in years either

MacDaddy said:

I've never met any Orger but I can sure as hell come up with a list of names that would make it an, erm, interesting event

Come to think of it, I haven't met a Prince fan in years either

ehuffnsd said:

tricks dont count.

MacDaddy said:

You, me, a long weekend. Prince dot what? lol

peacenlovealways said:

Awful. She was rude. Wouldn't let anyone get a word in.

And I'm pretty sure she stole.

johnart said:

have you checked your silverware?

ZombieKitten said:

We've been eating with our fingers since you left.

TheKing662 said:

When you start name calling, you really think anyone would want to meet you and NOT smack the shit outta you?

Well I've already had Orgers in my guest shower. It was awesome.

Brang it on.

peacenlovealways said:

Hokie!!!

ZombieKitten said:

hokie said:

no it's not you, it doesn't look like you

ZombieKitten said:

I know. It was my fatter, pastier twin sister.

...just pay attention to who's fucking who because navigating the mindfield of drama only increases your org street cred.

Imago said:

and there it is!

I want to know why you all were in the shower!

connorhawke said:

We were preparing to clean ourselves! We wanted a pic to remember the occasion by.

hokie said:

You all scrubbed up well then