From: balistik@big-brother.nevada.edu (Shawn Hicks)
Subject: Re: Trip to Portland/Seattle
Organization: Not yet, but we're working on it...
Distribution: usa
Date: Thu, 13 Aug 1992 16:57:18 GMT

In article <63838@cup.portal.com>, Furr@cup.portal.com (George Dalton Madison) writes:
>Chris L. Cobb writes:
>>If you do make it in the Eagle, give Rod, the bearded, blond,
>>bear behind the bar a kiss for me.  If you drop your pants,
>>he'll give you a free beer and (if you're really lucky) show
>>you that *big* *dark* *closet* behind the pinball machines.
>
>GRRR!!  Why wasn't I told this *BEFORE* motss.con?  ;-{(##]


George, dude, Please. We thought you *knew* about it... if anyone 
had to know it was *you*. 


Here we were at beer (bear) bust at the PDX Eagle, Chris, myself, and
a Bevy of Bears. They were sitting at the corner of the bar looking surly,
and we were upstairs being continually amazed by the video selection. 

Then, out of nowhere, or maybe someplace dark, this amazing chunk of bear
beef moves into view. He's leaving. :(  The Bear Squad at the corner,
including the Blond Bear, who is by rumor the son of the owner, start
asking, no, cajoling the exiting hunk to drop his pants. They're starting
a collection, you see. He does, but his back is to us upstairs, so we
saunter down and stand within gawking/drooling view.  Behind the bar is
Don, a dark, svelte bear with a nice trimmed beard wearing tight BDU's
and looking quite munchable. (warning: he's mine. Touch him and you die.)
To the side are.... well, I'm bad with most names.... A dark haired bear,
the Blond bear-stud Chris was fond of, another blond bear, and Jose, who
really wasn't a bear but he had nice piercings.  I overhear them whispering
about me, something having to do with my leather the night before. (it was
Sunday Bear bust and I was dressed for my plane trip home, so I was the
wonder-prep instead of the leather-dude.) Then the two blonds and the dark
haired yummy-bear move into a rather dark room and close a door marked
"Employees only." They turn their caps around before entering. Chris and I
exchange knowing glances and continue to watch the videos, and share a 
few astonished glances. Five or ten minutes later the Blond bear-stud 
exits the room, alone, and returns to his seat. His beard is moist. 
After a while they want to know where we are from and the next thing you
know, Chris and I have pulled stools up and are talking with them. They
ask, no, cajole me too, even offer me a free beer (I have *beer bust*)
to drop my pants. I do. They grope. I pull my pants back on. [I'm glad
Grandma K didn't see this...] Then the two remaining combatants leave the
dark room and rejoin the group. The dark studdly one starts talking about
his friend, FURR, who he was with at the bear hug. Naturally I had to 
ask, "you mean George Madison?", to which he nodded and looked astonished.
I mentioned that we were both attending a small convention together. Then
he and the other two blond bears left. Jose and I talked. Don and I teased. 

Anyway, the PDX Eagle is fun. If you don't mind brushing by gawking twinkies
to get to the good stuff, you'll have fun. The videos are... uh...
interesting.

Shawn