On Fri, 23 Nov 2007 11:04:06 -0500, Dave LaCourse
wrote:

On Thu, 22 Nov 2007 23:26:45 -0500, daytripper
wrote:

I paid Ken for the room at the Fall Ball, he confirmed it for all to see.
I paid you for the room at the Spring Fling, *you* confirmed it for all to see
- though you trimmed the truth there as well, claiming I didn't pay you the
whole price.

If you paid Fortenberry, *why* did you answer "no" when I asked you if
you paid? You didn't pay Walt for the room at the Spring Fling, or at
least that is what you said. That room cost me $250; I asked you for
$100 and you paid. It seems, therefore, that you owe Walt $250, and I
owe you $100. The beer story is true, as confirmed by Tom Brown. And
Tom will also confirm that neither of us drank five cases of beer. He
recently called me about that. This was after you accused me of
drinking "your" beer. A beer! A buck? You would deny me a beer?

Driving down we could not find a hotel because of graduation exercises
at colleges along the I81 corridor. So we stopped at my
brother-in-law's place. Without it, we would have spent a miserable
night in the car. While we were only two or three hours to clave
central, both of us were too beat to continue - if you remember it was
about 3 or so in the a.m., and we had been driving about 11 hours.
You didn't seem to have much trouble falling asleep if I remember
correctly.

There are no lies, Dave. I know you would like everyone to think I am
the villian in this story, but I was and still am the victim of that
moment and now of your lies.

Go ahead, have the last word.

Dave

Somehow I doubt there will be a last word, until one of us is pushing daisies.

I'm going to state the truth, claim by claim, below. If you ever bring this
crap up again, I will simply post the Google url to this post, and be done
with it, short and sweet, so I don't have to waste any more time than that.


We were less than two hours from the conclave, as anyone with a mapping
program could easily figure out for themselves. You were exhausted, but the
younger of us could have easily driven the rest, and told you so. And you know
that. But you didn't want to let me drive, so you made the "executive
decision" to barge in on those poor folks in the middle of the night. And, no,
I didn't fall right to sleep on that couch, I spent more time sitting on the
front stoop smoking cigarettes than I did sleeping.

You recently you came up with the bull**** claim that I was the one that
wanted to stop, to add to all the other bull**** stories you've cooked up,
YEARS after these conclaves. I'm not sure what the heck you are conceding to
on this point now, but we both know the truth. One of these days you should
simply admit it, and get it over with.


I paid what Ken asked me for the *bed* (emphasis added on Ken's behalf) at the
Fall Ball, when he asked. As I had no innate knowledge of the cost, I could
only expect he asked me for the true cost, which apparently was the case.
YEARS after the event, you cooked up the bull**** claim that I didn't pay
anything for that *bed*. Ken clearly put an end to that, and one of these days
you should simply admit this was just another one of your bull**** stories and
get it over with.


I paid what you asked me for the *bed* at the Spring Fling, when you asked. I
was prepared to pay whatever the cost of the *bed* was, but as I had no innate
knowledge of the cost, I could only expect you asked me for my fair share.

YEARS after the event, you cooked up the bull**** claim I didn't pay you
*anything* for the *bed* at the Spring Fling. Then, earlier this year, you
conceded I *did* pay you - but then you trimmed the truth by claiming I didn't
pay you what you asked. NOW you're saying I didn't pay you the full cost
because YOU DIDN'T ASK for the full cost? What the hell?

Insomuch as I specifically remember paying you $125, you're still not telling
the truth, but it sure looks like you're trying to sneak up to it. Why not end
the damned drama and just admit you were lying all this time, and get it over
with - because this latest version of your bull**** story makes no sense at
all.


Before we left Massachusetts, you promised to stay for the entire Spring
Fling, knowing I would not accompany you down there if you said otherwise.
But within minutes of Wayno's departure early in the week, you suddenly
decided you had to leave because you were "sick". That was patent bull**** -
and you were called on it by me and others. I'll never know if that was your
plan from the start, but you yourself provided ample reason to believe that
was the case, by relating your spouse's business plans for that week, and how
you felt you should have been there with her. Apparently, a promise means
little to you, something others may well take into account. We still left well
before the end of the conclave, but at least I got a couple of days of fishing
in.


As for the fricken' beer saga: I don't even know what the hell I might be
apologizing for any longer. First you said I resented you drinking one of the
beers *I* bought, which - considering my past contributions to the alcohol
pools at these events, doesn't sound like me at all. Now you are saying I
said something about you drinking one of beers *you and/or Tom* purchased.

I don't recall saying anything to you about *anything* to do with beer -
seriously or in jest, before or after your public melt-down, before or after I
stopped drinking beers at that conclave (when I came down with a mean case of
the hives). And where did "five cases of beer" come in, anyway, and what does
*that* mean? I have *no* idea what the heck you're talking about - I swear you
are becoming even more incoherent with each telling of your tales.

If I allow the absolute *worst* case possibility you have claimed on this
point, that I said something negative to you about your drinking a beer
*anyone* purchased, then *fine* - whether that happened or not - whether it
was after your ridiculous hissy fit or before - I am willing to take that
completely off the table with my apology, as in any case it is a mote of dust
on the mountain of lies you concocted in a futile attempt to somehow damage
me.


With regards to the goddamned premium gasoline mistake, it is beyond the pale
that you put such import into something that was clearly a harmless, innocent
error on my part. I hadn't owned or even driven a car that preferred premium
fuel since I sold my '67 GTO - 30 years prior to the Spring Fling. It simply
didn't register that your rather modestly engined Audi preferred premium,
there was nothing on the dash board or fuel filler door to indicate that, and
you didn't bother to mention it to me when I *offered* to fill up the car at
the very first fuel stop.

As a reading of your owner's manual allowed for the safe use of regular, at a
commensurate decrease in performance and as automatically compensated by the
engine management system - a fact that you've mentioned yourself on the Audi
usenet group - it seems your eye-popping public melt-down was, at the very
least, totally uncalled for. And in fact, probably was rooted in something
completely unrelated to gasoline, beds, beers, etc. And I think I know exactly
what that actually was. Should I say - or should you?


And now, we come to your most heinous lie of all: recently - and YEARS after
the Spring Fling - you came up with the bull**** story that I tried to get you
to put me into the Spring Fling raffle without my having provided an item to
contribute! This lie was the worst piece of filth you've cooked up to date,
and I can't even come up with the words to express my resentment, it is that
extreme. For you to conjure up such a twisted tale reveals just how sick in
the head you had become. How you can even look at yourself in the mirror
without sufficient remorse to apologize for this is as inconceivable as the
construct itself. Thank god herownself I don't have to live with that - but
you do. Enjoy?


Ok, that's the worst of it all - at the very least, more than enough.

Those that know me outright know it is not in my makeup to have acted in any
such manner as all those lies purport - and those that don't know me have
never heard *anyone* else *ever* make any similar claims against me.

Now, grow back a penis and man-up to it all, and take whatever lumps you so
richly deserve. Yeah, it might hurt a wee bit, but frankly your image here is
already about as far from stellar as it could get.

And you never know - others might throw a "Kum Ba Yah" moment for you if you
come completely clean - my bet is folks here saw through your lies as being
ridiculous on their own merits from the very start, as has been expressed by
those that insisted on bringing it up to me. At the very least you'll be able
to look yourself in the mirror without feeling ill about it all - and that has
to count for something, right?


/daytripper