Um, so, remember how I was all like, YEAHHHH I’M GETTIN DE-RUNK THIS WEEKEND!!!!!…..?
Turns out, it’s pretty damn easy to do when you head straight to a blogger happy hour from work on Friday… I don’t know what it is about bloggers, but apparently witty and sarcastic people KNOW HOW TO BOOZE. And I couldn’t have asked for better partners in crime. I was lucky enough to spend time with the very very lovely:
LA Cochran (our esteemed organizer)
Urban Bohemian
Charlotte Harris
“It’s Toasted” (unfortunately J couldn’t make it, but of course I dragged B along)
The Restaurant Refugee
Sean’s Ramblings
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm!
The Gilahi Blog
The Chronicles of Tewkesbury
Culinary Couture
Who Invented Roses
It was an absolute pleasure, everyone, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Saturday afternoon was spent at my neighborhood bar, concocting evil dangerous wonderfully evil and dangerous schemes with Restaurant Refugee. More to come on that…
When we had sufficiently humiliated ourselves, hooting and hollering over a laptop at the sports bar for hours (yes, we were THOSE PEOPLE), I took off for Jaleo. The tomfoolery continued well into the night as we bar-hopped around China town block, which was a blast for drinking and socializing purposes, not so much for my 4-inch-heeled-footsies. At the end of the eventful night, B and I set off for home: a 10-minute walk that is normally relatively pleasant… UNLESS, that is, your feet are torn and bloody and you are still wearing those goddamn heels. Then, my lovelies, that 10-minute walk is entirely unfathomable.
“We’re getting a cab,” I said, wobbling on my drunk and injured feetsies.
“Babe, we can try,” B said, steadying me, “but they’re all full. Everyone and their mother is trying to get home right now. AND we don’t have any cash…”
“We can have him stop by the ATM! It’ll be fine. I can’t walk. Ouchies.”
“We could… if there were any cabs. There aren’t.”
And he was right. We would have been stuck, or I would have eventually made it home with feet twice as cut up and all hurt-y and such…
if he hadn’t taken off his coat, and put it around my shoulders…
and taken off his shoes, and put them on my feet…
and walked home, in his socks, for the better part of a mile.
While helping me every step of the way.
I know it’s only been five months, darling. To the day, actually, since I met you…
But it feels like so much longer. And I mean that in the best way possible.
Someone sent this in to Post Secret a couple weeks ago:
It’s true.
I love you, B.
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You smitten kitten. You know you have lost your mind when the prospect of aging doesn’t scare you.
Thank you for coming out, and for sacrificing your feet for the sake of my birthday.
And, that is the sweetest story I have ever heard.
You guys are amazing and deserve all the love in the world. Happy anniversary!
Adroable!
How many blogger meetups does DC have?! And you better be going to this Fridays too!
Did I miss something? I thought the Blogger HH was this Friday, not last Friday. I’m a retard!
Sweet sweet, post secret card!!
It’s probably best for my liver (which is just hanging on by a thread anyway) that I live so. damn. far. away.
Nothing but snow and polar bears here. No monkeys.
Hey Beach bum…it is this friday! This was a different little gathering, not the one hosted by Roosh, Arjewtino and me!
Lem: Well, maybe I’m exaggerating just a tad. But it will make it better…
Brett: Thank you darling, and happy birthday to you! It was a blast.
Maxie and Beach Bum: This was just a little something thrown together under the radar, actually. Next week’s is hosted by the lovely Lemmonex, and I’m sorry to say I’ll miss it, but it should be a great time.
Fearless: Do the polar bears like to hug??
I love this story, and I have told you both too many times – I love you two together.
Polar bears like to eat people. But since you are still young, and in love, and so damn adorable…
Yes, LiLu, polar bears like to hug.
You know a man loves you when he doesn’t yell at you for wearing the impractical shoes, but instead helps you home the best way he knows how. He’s a keeper!
Refugee: Thank you, my dear. I like us too.
Fearless: Ignorance is bliss…
Scorp: Amen, sister. Amen.
It was great to meet you and B! You do seem quite in love and I mean that in the best possible way. I didn’t get all gaggy or anything. Oh, and “Chinablock”? Too funny and true.
Awwwww, I want to cry. I want that dammit, I want to put on someone elses shoes and have the first thought be about how much they must love me rather than how long thier smelly sweaty feet were in those shoes and if I will contract any sort of fungal disease by wearing them.
I can ruin even the sweetest gesture with my paranoia.
Lacochran: Thank you much. I do enjoy living in Chinatown, but it sure ain’t Chinese…
16 Paws: Eh, my feet were probably the grosser of the two of us anyway.
That story was adorable. The most I’ve ever gotten on a walk home is the coat. And a half-hearted offer to carry me back.
People really bring their laptops to the bar? Man, I feel old.
And strangely just fine being an alcoholic in recovery. Reading this post made me a little nauseous….
Liebchen: Half-hearted? I hope you accepted it to make the bastard feel like an ass.
Kate: To be fair, he was doing work previous to meeting me. And yes, I still feel slightly unsettled thinking about all the booze I consumed this weekend. Or, did you mean the schmoop? It’ll getcha…
Wanna trade boyfriends?
Please?
I heard about that happy hour too late. I would’ve gone, too! Crap.
Happy Anniversary. You two are going to have some good lookin babies. I’d like to buy one of those critters, if you’re selling. I’ll pay top dollar, too. Check with B.
Katherine: I would, but B and I ascertained this weekend that no one else could put up with the smells we produce. I think we’re stuck with each other.
Frecks: He won’t even let me get a chinchilla. Good luck with a baby.
Oh, someone clone that man! We need more men like that.
It was fun meeting you on Friday. I hope we can persuade Lacochran to be hostest with the mostest again and organized another blogger thingy.
Wow, that does take commitment. I would have left you in a corner, gone home and called a cab to pick you up in the morning…ok, maybe not in the morning. But I would definitely have waited an hour after I’d gotten home first.
J
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Marry him.
I’m old and wrinkly…Go Sex Bomb!
so glad we met in person, you’re even funnier live!
JM Tewkes: I got so, so damn lucky. AND I know it. We should definitely do another HH soon!
Jack: Hmmm, I don’t think we’d last very long… I get hurt A LOT.
Fiona: Ha! 32 is not old and wrinkly. That’s your age, right?
Charlotte Harris: Me too! I’m so glad you came- what a lovely evening.
Ahhhh…Happy Hour…I remember the days…
Glad you had fun!
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