For the record, Jim and I had a fantastic time at the little
get together.
The bar was a hoot-just the
type of place Jim has wet dreams about turning our extra room off the garage into.
When we first got there, I told the hostess that we were meeting a group of people. When she asked me who, I felt a metaphorical puddle forming at my feet. Aside from Grant (who, as I previously mentioned, I haven't seen in person in about 16 years), I didn't know
anyone. And Grant hadn't arrived yet.
Sure, I've commented on their blogs and maybe seen a quick spapshot in a post or two, but I felt a growing sense of panic at the thought of tapping the wrong person on the shoulder.
"Hi, I write a blog. Am I here to meet you?"
I decided the gregarious group at the bar looked friendly enough not to laugh in my face.
"Um, hello. This is going to sound really weird, but who are you here to meet?"
She turned out to be the fabulously warm and easy-to-talk to
MizBubs (who, if you don't know by now, is one sexy mama).
The drinks were holyshitstrong and by about 11, I was taking my shoes off to ensure my upright status.
It was such a cool experience to meet a bunch of people who, up until that night, were kind of like imaginary friends to me--the proverbial "girlfriend in the Niagra Falls area".
There's been so many times I've read what someone wrote and thought, "We could totally hang out and get drunk together!". And lookee loo, I got to do just that with a handful of 'em!
I'm really glad we went. I know Jim was more apprehensive about what the night would bring as he was even less familiar with those in attendance, but I know he had a good time too. I can tell he's having fun when his voice gets louder accompanied by wild arm gestures (of course, that also means he's drunk, but who's counting?).
You can read all about the evening (and see some photos)
here and
here.
P.S. I am taking part in some guest blogging, along with a
host of others, at
Grant Miller Media. Stay tuned.
