Meeting Up with the Bloggers who Meet Up

Six thirty on a Saturday night finds your intrepid blogger wondering to herself two things:


1.  Where is all the fucking beer, Butcher?  I just want to sit out on the back porch and watch the sun set and have a nice cold beer, but all there is in the fridge is that caffinated Budweiser crap.  I can’t drink that. 


2.  At what point is my fascination with Kleinheider going to lead to him calling the cops?  Kleinheider, please, keep in mind what the Wayward Boy Scout says: I’m nuts, but nuts in a loveable way.  Keep that in mind when I flash you.  Not that I’m planning on flashing you.  But, you know, if I accidently flashed you.  I’m not dangerous.


Because, I went down to Smyrna to meet up with the bloggers who meet up and, aside from trying to talk Ivy’s daughter into going over and saying “boogers” to Brittney, the only other thing I accomplished was grilling Brittney about Kleinheider:   “Is he charming and intriguing in person?  Will you start a blog that is just pictures of what socks he has on that day?  Do you think he wants to see my boob freckle?  What does the C. stand for?”  Etc.


Also, I met Gunner from Say Uncle (the blog, not the person) and was momentarily star-struck.  So, star-struck, in fact, I forgot to ask him if he’d ever met Uncle and, if so, what he’s like.


So, good times.

11 thoughts on “Meeting Up with the Bloggers who Meet Up

  1. Never have seen him. I guest blogged for a week once when he was out of town and he asked if I wanted to stay on permanently. Been posting randomly there for about a year."Star-struck"? I’m blushing!

  2. Books about hell might be fun. What’s the title?You can always go next time, but I’m kind of hoping that you and I threaten to boycott unless we get a birthday cake and bloggers singing "Happy Birthday" to us, since the meetup is right before the exciting events.

  3. I’ll bring the cake! That is if Espresso Joe doesn’t mind outside food in his joint. But honestly if a round of "Happy Birthday" breaks out, I’ll most likely just lip synch. And if cake with get Kat to show-up next time, even better. I know your excuse Kat but you know you can only use it once or twice before we start to suspect that you’re avoiding us. Listen to me, I’m already including myself in the "we" and I’ve only been to one meeting!

  4. <I>You can always go next time, but I’m kind of hoping that you and I threaten to boycott unless we get a birthday cake and bloggers singing "Happy Birthday" to us, since the meetup is right before the exciting events.</I>That’s what I was hoping for. I think it’s Tim "Mother Tongue Annoyances" Warner’s birthday, too. On the 22nd. We should have a forced birthday party.And Malia, I’ve already used the excuse twice. But can I help it if you hold it the same weeked every month? ;-pThe book about hell: The Descent, by Jeff Long. I’ve read it before, but felt like reading it again. Who says Hell can’t be interesting?

  5. Hmmm. Birthday party. And my friend Heather (cantalyssa.blogspot.com) is hoping to be in town too. How about a barbecue post-meeting at my place?

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