So yeah - had a great time at my second blogger meetup . . . even though I missed Happy Hour!! I mean, not that that stopped me from drinking too much beer, but still . . . could have saved more money for pork sandwiches. I realized that not only am I loud and annoying when I drink - I'm mean, too. Not really, but beer brings out my inner bully. It's kind of liberating . . . and kind of Mel Gibson-y as well. But had a blast - and even though XO didn't save me any booty, I did filch some good items from other bloggers who were drunk enough to either forget their items, bequest them upon me freely, or naively believe I would wear a NASA get up to the next meet up! AS IF!! (Just joking, emaw, it will be fabulous!)
But what sucks is that I didn't meet a lot of the people that were there - as soon as I walked in, I found beer and parked my ass. I'm not a good mingler . . . always feel like I'm interrupting or eavesdropping or something. And I feel bad because I dont know a lot of these peoples' blogs - not because they dont rock, but because I spend too much time stalking the few I like and don't need more obsessions, really - and hate the awkward, "oh, yeah, nice to meet you . . . " I'm really socially inept. But I really enjoyed meeting janet and File Girl and Erin - especially Erin, the hottest pickle in KC - and hanging with old friends The D, emaw, Spyder and Dan. I felt like a porn star last night with eveyone eyeing my boobs (well, boob) and commenting on the size of my tongue. Objectified Blogger, party of one.
Then, after all you lame-o's left - see, mean (and I'm not even drunk!) - I went down to Sharp's and had a fine conversation with a wasted mortgage banker and decided I wasn't ready for the night to end! Went and sang some classic karaoke at Missie B's. All in all, a good night. However, NOT a good night's rest. I'm going to nap. . .
8 comments:
Uh, I'm pretty sure I was the only one talking about your boob - well, at least I started it. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing..for either of us!
I'm kinda pissed you went to Missie b's & I didn't get an invite. Damn!
You had Big Brother to rush home to . . . hope it was worth it.
Next time, please wear something appropriate so as to take all the boob attention your way. Thanks.
It was a lovely boob, but the Gene Simmons tongue haunted my nightmares.
It was difficult to convince my wife that I only had 3 beers when my tab was around $30.
Geez, how did I miss out on all the fun ... boobs, weird tongues, and outrageous tabs. Next time I'll have to stay past 7:45p! - Cate
Hey girl! You have the best boobs and tongue ever! Last night was fun but DAMN, sounds like you had the most fun after.
Yeah, I heard you had a real Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction last night. I've got to mingle more next time. Doesn't it seem like everybody else has that mingling trick down pat and that you're the only one who feels weird - and then you discover that every freaking person feels weirded out too?
Oh fuck to hell! I missed boobies?!?! Damn Wichita all to hell.
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