FIPSGASM: BABELAND BOOK WINNER

Congratulations, Slope - you're all a bunch of sick fucks, and FIPS <3s you for it.  I know that, besides the swingers, we don't necessarily have the rep for being the wild and craziest nabe, but most of you did a hell of a job at getting this single girl's blood flowing.

This wasn't an easy choice, so if you disagree with my decision, knock yourself out: feel free to bitch and moan that you were robbed, or prove me wrong (FYI, I find gingers and 30-somethings who are dicks to me irresistible).  I couldn't choose just one, so behold, your winners:

Honorable Mentions, who win the eternal exaltation of being called out on FIPS:

dave m's "On the bocce ball pitch (or whatever you call it) at Union Hall. Get all spread eagle on your partner at the end of a lane while people are playing and if you're lucky, one of the bocce balls will roll down and hit your special spot while your in the act, and you know, give you a little boost."

spqrxxi's "One of the 2 large meeting rooms at Temple Beth Elohim while Coop General Meeting is taking place in the other."

Second runner up, who wins a couple of tixxx to the next Meatup:

pollyammo's "In the Grand Army Plaza fountain in early fall. After midnight. Just try to remember which bench you left your pants on, it gets dark over there."

First runner up, who, if he gets his ass to Union Hall on Friday for our Cupcakegate party, wins a couple of cupcakes for himself and his, uh, special friend:

RobNYC's "In front of the Chip Shop smeared in cupcakes while a Mr. Softee truck drives by."

And our Grand Prize winner, KatMonDieu, who you can find doing it on the changing table, larger bathroom at Union Street Tea Lounge during the Toddler Sing-Along Hour 10-11am. Yep.

Winners, shoot Erica an email to claim yer prizes.

If anyone tries any of this shit out, we must know the details.  Flood my inbox with your Park Slope erotica.  I mean, I know in reality, none of you are actually having sex.  But hey, a girl can dream.