So, we all got into our skycars last night and blasted over to the Encounter Restaurant at LAX, Jetsons style, to meet and imbibe alcohol and comestibles with the inimitable Jane Galt and estimable companion (whose name, forgive me, has escaped my feeble mind) during their several-hour layover from Mexico back to the drudgery of her job (which she claims to love) in New York.

As can be seen below, I had a camera with me, but decided to not be obnoxious and take pics of everyone there. I've got a rare and (in my humble opinion, difficult to create) unflattering photo of Jane, that I won't post (I'm saving it for extortion purposes, after the point at which she becomes not only famous, but rich).

I sat across the table from the charming and lovely Asparagirl. I captured a picture of her embracing an Evil Democrat (TM). I've no desire to blackmail her (it would be pointless--she just started a job with Mouseland--Eisner, even in his present semi-submissive state, isn't going to make her rich any time soon).

I'm going to post the picture, as a punishment and perpetual reminder, sort of like the Scarlet Letter, to modify her future behavior, and make an example of her for any others who may desire to stray from the true path of non-Democratism (which, I hasten to add, is not the same as being a Republican).

It's probably a fruitless endeavor, though. Given that it's her husband (who's surprisingly charming himself), I suspect that she'll remain incorrigible, and persist in such shameless activities.

The two newlyweds apparently have a new joint blog, called the Protocols of the Yuppies of Zion. I guess I'm behind the times, because I see that all the cool blogs have already blogrolled it.

Others in attendance that I can recall (forgive me again, do I have to remind you that there was alcohol involved?) were Pejman, who has his own report, the lovely Emily Jones (the blogger formerly known as Hawkgirl), and several others who may remind me if they see this.

A good time was had by all. If anyone didn't have a good time, they didn't deserve to. That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.

[Update on Sunday night]

In looking at the pic, I realize that I didn't realize how spiffed up for the occasion the happy couple were. They're not just dressed for the twenty-first century, with George and Elroy Jetson. As anyone can see, Scott actually garbed himself for the twenty-fourth. He looks ready to step onto the bridge of whatever version of the Enterprise is extant at the time.

"Scotty, the airplanes continue to come in. Can you hold the restaurant steady?"

"I canna' hold her, Captain. I need more power."

And won't Brooke make a positively fetching ensign? And not just one of those unnamed expendable ones that goes off on an away team...

Pictures on TransT?? Was this always possible?? How do I get my picture on here, I'll buy dinner for the staff at Tico Taco, if they will come!!

I was the one who drifted in a bit late and sat over by Emily and Pejman. The political spectrum was covered. Until we almost meet again....

I'm wondering which part of the political spectrum you think I am...

You have to be a pulchritudinous female, Steve (until I come up with new arbitrary criteria). Scott snuck in because I was too busy/lazy to photoshop it.

I'll accept that as a reasonabley thought out, and explained no. Keep posting the ladies though.