Packed weekend — full of friends, fun and food. What more could a girl ask for? Or, as I like to call it, living life instead of blogging about not having one. 😉
See, not all bloggers are dorks with no lives — we dorks DO have lives, thankyouverymuch. 😉
SATURDAY NIGHT’S ALL RIGHT
Really enjoyed a blogmeet at the Union Street in Old Town — I mean, how many times in your life do you get to stroll into a restaurant and announce that you are with the Llama party? 😀
The thing is, I’ve done various blogmeets, and it’s a toss-up whether you will walk away with a bigger blogroll (which I did) or whether you can’t read a blog again because its owner spends way too much time writing and not enough time polishing basic social skills.
Before JournalCon last year, I’d had images in my mind of some people as I read them — I’d thought their prose was dazzling and stuff. But I found that some, you’d want to have a drink with. The rest? You’d want to pour a drink on.
But alas, Saturday night’s company was way too good, and looking at my blogroll (separated into “Friends” — people I’ve met — and “Imaginary Friends” — people I can’t believe I haven’t met yet), that was the night that nearly tipped the scales in favor of me actually knowing more cool kids behind their cool blogs than not. Now to move more names up into the “people I know” column!
IF YOU AREN’T READING THESE PEOPLE, CLICK THROUGH — I’LL SAY ‘YOU’RE WELCOME’ WHEN YOU COME BACK
I didn’t talk much because I was so ridiculously fascinated with this magnanimous crew — talk about the walls bursting with enough IQ points to solar power D.C. for the next decade — wow!
I mean, we all know I think Ted is brilliant, but you know you’re in for an evening of pure entertainment when you put him in a room with other such grand personalities as resident Llama Rob and honorary Llamas John (who assembled this outing from Texas), Maximum Leader, Princess Cat, Lysander, my buddy Buckethead and Matt (I’ll be expecting a blog debut from him by our next meetup!).
I hear Nic would like to get the masses together for a Caps game — count me in!
BECAUSE A DAY WITHOUT ME BITCHING? A SYMBOL OF THE END OF THE WORLD. ALLOW ME TO VENT, SIMPLY TO SAVE THE PLANET
The only lowlight to the evening was the fact that there was a table with a frillion little children next to us. (I swear, I said a prayer when I saw big bowls of ice cream being served to them — I curse you, sugar fiends!) I actually became so frazzled by their shrieking that I actually had to go downstairs — to the bar to get a little piece and quiet. Yes, you read that right. 😉
Just before I fled (temporarily, of course), I was happily splitting my attention between two ridiculously riveting conversations when I started fantastizing about assaulting one of the moms. All the kids were at one end of the table and the adults comprised the other half, and the adults were doing a spectacular job of not noticing their brood. (As were the classy folks at my table — I guess when you have kids, you become much more patient. Single people like me with only four-pawed critters? More apt to let them play with a case of Mace.)
But this one mom — sheesh. She apologized to the other party in the room we shared (not to us), saying, “Sorry if they are getting on your nerves. They get on ours, too.”
The hell?!?! Control them, then! Fool.
It was hard, but I really resisted pelting her with a salmon cake. 😉
SPEAKING OF INANIMATE OBJECTS
No, I’m not talking about FEMA — I’m talking about rocks (and not the ones in Mike Brown’s head).
I got a hot-stone massage this weekend. It was brief, as I am not made of money and cannot afford to pay to be molested by strangers for long periods of time (*damn*). I am so totally going to have to budget for it (less cat food-buying, of course — my girls shit way too much as it is).
ONE LAST THING
Ate at the brand-new Dogfish Head restaurant. The prime rib was fabulous, as was the Punkin Ale. Back in the days, I used to go out in the fields to go pumpkin-picking. Fuck that shit — I’d rather order it up from the comfort of a nice, warm barstool.
There are a few Delaware locations, but if you’re up for hiking up to Gaithersburg, Md., Dogfish provided us with great service, fantastic food and even better specialty beers.
Mom has now called me twice to ask me to refresh her with the name of the place. “Honey, was that Dogbreath? Or was it Fishhead?” 🙂
(I’ll kick your ass if you tell me I shoulda filed this section under “inanimate objects.” She’s animated enough — just blonde.) You understand, don’t you?