So, my summer-long "toothpick" project continued on this past weekend with a couple of "local" day-trips. (Funny how your definition of "local" tends to expand the more miles you get underneath you).
First up on Saturday was a trip to the wilds of Connecticut to visit someone
claiming he was Poverty Lad. I say this - at the risk of shattering his reputation - because the fellow whose apartment
I hung out at and went out to lunch with... didn't make a
single dirty double-entendre!
Pov is just about the sweetest and most open Legion Worlder you're likely to meet. Right from the get-go we had a great rapport (it's that shared Mid-Atlantic temperament, I tell ya). We chilled for a bit at his casa - tastefully decorated with Marvin the Martian regalia - as he showed me his pics from his previous LW get-togethers (including one of my personal LW hero, the late Yellow Kid). We then headed down into town for lunch at this great little Greek restaurant where "Truckers" are welcome (at least I'm
assuming that's what the sign said... from the pic I posted in the 'Toothpicks" thread, you can see I was at a bad angle.
)
On Sunday, I
finally hooked up with lil' Rhino (and a surprise guest... well, for
Rhino, that is) after an insane battle with traffic in NYC. I had been planning to pop into Rhino's bar for a while now, but we were never able to sync our schedules. Finally - this Sunday - the stars aligned as I was tasked to chauffeur my wife and her friends to a belly-dancing seminar in NYC (
whole other story... don't ask). In planning it, that's when inspiration struck. I knew that Rhino had been wanting to meet Sarcasm Kid for
years, but the two had never crossed paths. On the sly, I contacted Sarky and told him he should totally join us for a drink (but not to tell Rhino). Having never met another Legion Worlder in person, I knew it was a bit of a leap of faith for him, but - to his credit - Sarky decided to gamble on us. My little plan underway, I dropped off my wife and headed to the bar.
That's when it all fell apart.
Idiot that I am, I typed in the wrong address into my GPS and wound up on the completely opposite side of the city... in the middle of construction and in bumper to bumper gridlock. As I watched the minutes tick away I envisioned the worst. What if Sarky showed up and - not seeing me - decided I blew it off? What if I were stuck here for hours, and Rhino got off shift? ARRRGGH!
Thankfully, though, all my worry was for naught. I was
finally able to punch through and get to the bar (an hour late) only to find the two of them chatting away together like they were old friends. It was really an awesome scene and - honestly - even if the entirety of the "Toothpicks" project had fallen through, that one moment made it all worthwhile for me.
So - now safely armed with one of Rhino's specialty martinis (made to perfection, thank you) - I was able to kick back for a bit and just BS with the pair about comics, travel, our shared NY heritage, our adoration of Michael Lash, and everything else under the sun (including Sarky doing his pitch-perfect impression of Yvonne Craig) that could be packed into the timeline abbreviated by my navigatory mishaps. Ah, well... all that means is that a follow-up trip is now mandatory!
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some tall looking fellows ... I will have to sleep on the rack tonight! 
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