I propose that all New Orleans MeFites meet at 8:00 PM at Twelve Mile Limit, 500 South Telemachus Street in Mid-City, on Thursday the 26th of July 2012 to get their gin on. Gin, other drinks, barbeque, and cigars if you want 'em.
Twelve Mile Limit is a local Mid-City bar which manages to combine serious respect for the craft of mixology while simultaneously being unpretentious and reasonably priced. Thursdays tend to have enough people there to make things interesting but not so many that you can't get a table by the couch. They have many different kinds of gin (and many, many other liquors, and their beer selection ain't too shabby either) and their bartenders know what they're about. They also have some of the best barbeque in the city (better than The Joint, in my humble opinion). We will each run separate tabs but buying drinks for each other is highly encouraged in the spirit of MetaFilter camraderie.
They are non-smoking on Thursdays and also close at 1AM, but if anybody is game after closing (or if we just feel like wandering, closing time or no) then we can take the party somewhere else, such as my porch or perhaps Bayou St. John or City Park, where I will gladly provide some fine cigars from my recent ex-employer
Cigar Factory New Orleans (see this bit for my cigar qualifications
) and do some (quiet) drinking and conversing there.
I will provide the cigars, y'all can provide whatever libations are required or desired. I may also have a six-pack or two, and/or a bottle of gin around here somewhere. If anybody gets to the point where they can't make it home until the next morning, they can crash on my couch or my floor. I have a longcouch and a crash pad and sleeping bag around here somewhere, so I can accomodate at least two of you. Y'all are my people, y'heard?
This is just meant to be a friendly, semi-inebriated gathering of MeFites. The above outline is only meant as a rough guideline and the evening is free to evolve in whatever direction seems best. Remember, tomorrow is just Friday. All you have to do is survive it and then you can sleep in on the weekend.
Wear your drinking pants. Seriously, wear some ridiculous, hilarious, over-the-top pants
, something truly obnoxious and obscene. If at least one person doesn't turn up in a day-glo Speedo and somebody else doesn't rock up in faux-snakeskin harem pants, I will be disappointed.
See you there!