Saturday, December 02, 2006

Meet the Farkers

I finally made it out to a DC Fark party Friday night.

This was after a few previous aborted attempts, where I'd gone to the venue but failed to meet the Farkers (like during the night at the Big Hunt), mostly due to a lingering shyness that makes me unwilling to go up to random people and ask "Are you a Farker?" (though it might make an interesting conversational entry, a.k.a. line.)

Meeting up with online people in real life is nothing new, of course. I've been doing it for 10 years, which means I was doing it way before Dateline NBC made it cool. (Why are you looking at me like that?)

Typically, though, I've been a more active contributor in those communities. While I've had a Fark account for a few years, I don't post very often, and it's been a while since I've had a submitted link approved.

I made it out to Whitlow's, and headed to the back bar for a drink as I looked for the party. I saw a group in the back room that looked like it was loitering with intent, and I asked the waiter for confirmation.

Mid-sized story short, I hung with the Farkers. I met a bunch of folks, including 612WharfAvenue, Bufu, Creepy Lurker Guy, Kronicfeld, MsStressa, Stars_at_Night, TheKnownUniverse, TheMailDemon, and a bunch of people whose names I forgot (including some ultralurkers who don't have accounts -- not that there's anything wrong... actually, I think that is kind of wrong).

I was not involved in any shenanigans, though I did take pictures. I tried to avoid using the flash as much as I could. You can see the full set of 18 pics here: Friday Night Fark Party at Whitlow's.


I have no idea, either.


"Let it rain. Clear it out."


There was a lot of kissing going on.


I like this one, in spite of, or probably because of, the fact that you can't really see anything.

The Whitlow's segment of the party broke up before midnight. There was talk of an afterparty, though I headed home safe and sane.


honeykbee said...

Somehow, I never imagined there to be quite that much tongue sharing going on at a fark party. Hm.

Anonymous said...

You know, in each picture it looks like the lady with the red bag is topless. No wonder everybody is kissing her.

Anonymous said...

You misspelled my name in your write up. Prepare to hear from my attorneys.

-- MsStressa

Joelogon said...

MsStressa -- thanks for bringing it to my attention. I have made the necessary corrections, including fixing the lack of mustache on your photo. Best -- Joe

Joelogon said...

It is what it is. I don't run away from it, though at this stage, it's about as likely to come up as SAT scores (outside the tournament, of course) -- Joe