Conference back40::soapbox

 Lets not and say we did..

    Is one in which evening is spelled correctly... :-)

    
    In what sense "ultimate"?

	No argumant Binder, but what would be the music, drinks,
attire, etc.....??




	Both dressed in silk pajamas, in front of a fire on a bear
skin rug with champagne, strawberries dipped in chocolate, a bowl
of whipped cream and some good classical music, Mendelson maybe.

	Anyone other ideas.........?? Mz Debra, Terrie ?????

    prime requisite is two people of the appropriate genders and
    dispositions toward each other.
    
    a setting both people like.
    
    music, or not, as preferred.
    
    food, or not, as preferred.
    
    drink, or not, as preferred.
    
    attire, or not, as preferred (modified by appropriateness for the
    setting).
    
    no distractions.

	My appologies for misspelling evening, but I already
had half of the bottle of champagne.........(hik)...%^)

    Watching the football games.

    
    
    Teekema,
    
    
    Do you sit around and type with one hand on your keyboard and one hand
    under the desk?

	Ken and Gi-Joe together camping with the Barbie
camper. Nice moon lit evening by the open fire roasting
road kill.

>>    Do you sit around and type with one hand on your keyboard and one hand
>>    under the desk?



	Close, both hands under the desk and I type with my nose %^)

    OOUUUUCCCCCHHHH! My nose is starting to itch thinking of that!

	Try doing upper and lower case................??

    Downing Rolling Rocks at The Rat and proceeding over to the Orpheum to
    see Social Distortion and The Ramones.  
    
    Mark.

    The Ramones rool!

    .12
    
    How about the woman who out ran the local rent-a-cops, climbed a chain
    link fence with a 10 pound ham up her dress!! The US Olympic Team is
    looking for her!

    
    
    	wow, that's my kinda woman....
    
    

    ... HE arrives home with incense candles, a pound of butter, some Lay's
    Potato Chips, some fresh veggies, and two boiled 
    
    Lobstahs.  (this story takes place in New England, yasee.)  He lights
    the candles, melts the butter, warms the Lobstahs, sets the table,
    arranges the veggies, and calls HER in.  She coos with delight as he
    offers to prepare her Lobstah for her delicate consumption...  He
    removes the claw-meat, separates the tail (oo er) from the body,
    exposes the tail-meat (!!**!!!***), and, as Lobstah-eaters have done
    since time immemorial, commences, with many lambent looks towards his
    dulcet love, romantically, to devein it...
    
    Is it getting warm in here or what?
    
    Gene HAAG:  "Did someone mention lambent looks?"
    
    |-{:-)
    

    It must have a full moon and spring time in the air.

    
    
    
    
    Dr Dan,
    
    
    Is that another one of you New Englander's Lobsnob replies? :')

    Lobstrosities have no place in a romantic enything, unless you are
    eatinng them naked, without napkins and no tools.  A shower in the next
    few hours is recommended however.  
    
    Romantic evenings need not be complicated.  The right light, music, and
    beverage along with a simple but elegantly prepared meal.  Fireplace
    must be present and in use.  Both parties can even participate in the
    preparation which may provide for a closer bond to the romantics. 
    Cooing in each others ears and light nibbles on the ear lobes may take
    place at random though frequent times during the romantic episode. 
    Feeding appetizers to your target of romanticism and delicately wiping
    spittle and cocktail sauce from their lips is a gentle though necessary
    hygeine affectation to keep you from gagging.  
    
    Other environmental preparations should include,  the phone off the 
    hook to provide some isolation from the outside world.  Candles placed
    strategically around the room.  Maybe some fresh flowers or other
    aromatic props to mask any odors that may be lingering.  Don't overdo
    it though.
    
    Brian

    >Lobstrosities have no place in a romantic enything
    
     Cossack. Appartently you're not from the sensualist school.

    Er, it was claw in cheek actually.  I can think of several romantic,
    picnic type settings where a Lobstrosity would be most appropo. 
    Unfortunately the tareget of my affections can't stand them :-(.  So in
    my romantic reality, there really is no room.  Shrimpies on the other
    hand are another matter :-).

    For you lobstahphobes perhaps you should try my Lobster Savannah
    recipe which I reverse engineered from the legendary Loch Obre
    Cafe in Boston. It brings new meaning to the term "oral sex".
    It's very rich, so not the kind of thing I would suggest eating
    on a weekly or even monthly basis, but it is so good it almost
    guarantees your dining partner will be putty in your hands! :-)
    
    P.S. I'm not actually going to post the recipe, as I never give
         away the secrets of my best aphrodisiacs. If any women
         of beauty and charm are interested in finding out first hand
         what it's like, I might be tempted though.... :-) :-) :-)
    
    -b

    I think that recipe is in my Vincent Price cookbook. ;-)
    
     Great cookbook, but not for those dieting. Enough butter, cream and
    other forms of fat and calories to make even Julia blush.

    A few pints of lager and a take away curry. Preferably watching
    Match of the Day.
    
    Which may explain my rather sad sex life. ho!ho!
    
    

re .25

Sounds like the Jocelyn Elders School of Ideal Romantic Evenings.

Joycelyn.  You're welcome.

    
    i'll settle for the even-a-little-bit romantic evening at this point!  
    young children - one a newborn, pregnancy, c-section, sleepless nights,
    bone-tired, winter blues, extra pounds, six-week-wait.
    
    jeff
    
    

    6 week wait for what?  

    post natal nookie

    	The average "post natal nookie" among OB-GYNs is 7 days,
    	according to a book I read by Dr. David Wootan, a family
    	practitioner and author of a book on raising kids with
    	minimum medical intervention.

    ... and I gots to say, it's nice to see that Gene "willed" his
    "Cossack!" epithet to an appropriate legatee...
    
    You couldn't have chosen a more appropriate target, Doctah... 
    Lobstrosity indeed!  Feh!
    
    |-{:-)
    

    The spelling of this topic is going to make me develope yet another
    personality. Hildegard? Hildegard? What kind of a name is that?!? Oh
    shut up Anton and give er, um, _her_ a chance will ya? Shhhh. Careful.
    Ursula might wake up. oh. shhh. .....
    
    Glenn/Deirdre/Pamela/Franny/Ned/Dierdre/Anton/Sean/Alice/Jimi/Pauline/Rex/
    Nathan/Melanie/Ursula/Hildegard
    
    
    
    

    .34
    
    And glory you sound so *normal* over the phone!

    Oh, well yes, we _all_ sound normal when you talk to us one at a time.

             Stay away from stereophonic telephones then, OK? :-)

    its nice to hear from anton.
    
    jeff

    
    Anton is my favourite.

    Why thank yooo Dr. Dan.  I aim to please :-).  BTW for those of you 
    that may be not be Stephen King fans, lobstrosity originated in the 
    Gunslinger series.  It was a crustacean with an attitude that resembled 
    our every day Lobster.  I find it neat little moniker for them even if 
    they are tasty.  To me, they look like something out of a Godzilla film 
    but I am not above ripping them limb from limb and sucking on their 
    little legs.  
    
    Peasantly yours,
    
    Brian

    
    >...sucking on their little legs.
    
    
    That's one component of the ultimate romantic evening 8^).

    >	The average "post natal nookie" among OB-GYNs is 7 days,
    >	according to a book I read by Dr. David Wootan, a family
    >	practitioner and author of a book on raising kids with
    >	minimum medical intervention.
    
    I notice that this does not mention exactly who the nookie
    is with... :-) Sure, one can get it seven days after their
    wife gives birth... and it will even cost you a little less
    than it normally does ! :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-)
    
    -b

	From one who has given birth, I'll try to
	put this delicately....

	Seven days?!?!?!?!  The <r.o.> stitches
	weren't even gone in seven days!  {shuddering}

    	Ah, yes.  Stitches.
    
    	Sure can take the romance out of the evening, huh?
    
    	Episiotomies are not necessary in most of the births in which
    	they are employed.  They are done for the convenience of the
    	doctor.  Most ob-gyns make sure their wives (or they themselves --
    	depending on who's the doctor in the family) deliver without the
    	dreaded snips.  With proper care and technique, the delivery can
    	be accomplished without ripping (or cutting), thus the complication
    	of stitches healing is eliminated.

    Keep the freaking stiches.  My last two were welcomed into the world
    without the "benefit" of the snip and the stich and i was much happier
    about sitting, let alone anything else.
    
    meg

    	re .47
    
    	Did you have a midwife, Meg?  When we had our 4th, we did a 
    	home birth.  The other 3 were hospital-dispatched, with the
    	(practically) requisite snips, but our home birth midwife had
    	a policy of no cuts, no stitches.  I suspected from what she 
    	was saying that it was a general midwife practice.
    
    	Peter was 10 lb 12 oz at birth, (and a dry birth at that), and 
    	with some creative use of vegetable oil and pressure on the 
    	perineum by the midwife as the baby came out, he was delivered 
    	without tearing -- even along the old episiotomy scars, which was 
    	a concern.

    
    <-- Now I KNOW I never want children 8^p.

    Reminds me that the ONLY time I can recall losing consciousness (not
    dead away, but 90%, so I could remember the feeling...) was when wife &
    I were watching a childbirth-class "wot birthing is like" flick, lo
    these 26 years, ~6 months ago.  Funny, it didn't bother her nearly as
    much...  :-)
    

    reading all that lot (stitches aghh) has put me right off the whole
    subject of romance forever (well, for the moment)
    
    ric

    	Then maybe it should be included in sex-ed classes...

    Joe,
    
    One of the liberal comumnists in the RMN seriously proposed something
    like this a few years ago.  graphic footage of every kind of deliever,
    followed by what a newly non-pregnant tummy looks like, and photographs
    of the "repair" work physicians do after a delivery.  
    
    Now back to romance,
    
    Just one evening with no kids at this point would be nice.  However, I
    have this awful feeling Frank and I would just catch up on sleep. 
    although a nice evening at either Mataam Fez or the Craftwood followed
    by a nice room in a local hotel or b&b does sound wonderful.
    
    meg

    	Watch it.
    
    	One evening with no kids, and you just might end up with more kids!

    I have kid under four.  I have no idea what you could be talking about 
    
    ;-)
    
    meg