Sunday, February 28, 2010


Alternate title: The one where I do not get knifed in my sleep.

It's funny how things go.

Just over a year ago, and really new to blogging, I random Googled something for work (at work – I truly wish I could remember what it was. I imagine it's one of those things that ends up on your "what the HELL kind of people are out there" Google hit-list posts) and hit Chris's post about a dead betta fish. I sent myself the link home with the message "check this out later" (hey, I can recognize quality, even when it's disguised as dead fish). Several days (weeks?) later, I saw my email to myself & went browsing again. This time, a bizarre comment caught my eye; so of course, I followed it (duh). There, I met Marshall. I left some kind of obnoxious comment on HIS blog and the stupid fucker replied (his first mistake) (it took me several more visits and some poking around the rest of his site to figure out that he's a -- REAL -- LIVE -- AUTHOR --)(Who's the stupid fucker now? You ask) (Don't ask! MY story. Everyone ELSE is the stupid fucker in MY story) (Get your own blog.)

So I tormented Marshall for a few months and I'm sure he was regretting his personal policy acknowledging every idiot with an internet connection who comments on his (fabulously quirky, clever & funny – just like his books) blog. Then (I can only assume) he sent his daughter after me. And for some (awesome) reason we hit it off. On twitter. (I still torment Marshall, but not very often, because he posts even less frequently than I do. I KNOW!! We're thinking of taking away his card).

In the mean time, I can't remember how I stumbled across AndreAnna. She just kind of seeped into my (albeit online) life. Because we were separated at birth. And 12 years. Some conversation or another migrated toward visitation jokes. She said "absolutely you come here and drink on my patio" and then "No. I mean it." And I knew she did. I had learned even by then, you don't question her.

So, long story short, and several "we should DO this" convos later, the three of us decided IT WAS ON. We picked a neutral zone – one that I could fly to directly, and a place that I've always wanted to go – Chicago. Cass and Sara said "HELLZ-YEAH, I'm in!" And it was done.

And then the Chicago contingent joined in. And Holy-Dinah! Suddenly the Whole World of Blogging had faces and names, and kids, and spouses, and exes, and parents, and lives. (Well, MY blogging world does. The rest of you are still robots. Very well-spoken, raw, snarky, hilarious bots, but still).

Given the course of actions over the previous year, it made perfect sense to me to hop on a plane & go. More importantly, it sat well with Jiminy Cricket Max. Had he given me one furrowed brow, I might not have given it a second thought (the cookies probably didn't hurt the case for there being a rational human being at the other end of the line. Yes, I use the term "rational" loosely.)(Cookies also came from Rougie – which helped the cause too – but I didn't blog about it, because, remember? I suck at this)

But try explaining that to the "outside" world. "You're going WHERE? And WHY?"

What most (including myself initially – and as I'm trying to rationalize this to others and myself) don't really get is that this (blogging/twitter) realm, can be not unlike friendships IRL. Some people you glance at; nod respectfully at; are aware of each other's work; despise, but can't turn away from; (despise and CAN turn away from); and, yes, grow with.

So, blah blah blah. I went to Chicago, drank an s-load, tried an Irish Car Bomb (wasn't exactly converted), climbed ascended "Big John". Met & hung with some really cool folks. HERE are my photos.

I had plenty I wanted to say about the fabulous time I had, but [something something busy/lazy asshat excuse] and all these ladies did a better job of it than I could anyway. Please go read, view the photos (the best & loveliest are by Cass) leave them obnoxious comments. Say hi for me & tell them I miss them:

Belle Plaine Living
Cass. Just Curious.
Annabelle Speaks
Chez Rougie
McMama's Musings
Back To Me

P.S. the "Alternate Title"? A nod to actual reactions I got when telling folks "I'm going to Chicago to meet up with people I've met on the Internet". I fully deny presenting the facts to them in a way which may or may not have elicited such a reaction. No YOU'RE inflammatory.

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  1. For the record - you TOTALLY stalked me. Just sayin...

    (Also - I was going to make a comment about your genius use of parantheses but your inconsistent placement of periods - sometimes within the parens, sometimes outside of the parens. But then I thought that was just mean and spiteful and bitchy and so I decided to keep that thought in my head.). Well. Not really....

  2. rougie - you followed me first. Just sayin. As for my parenthesis, I'm glad you noticed, and I'd like to point out that I do a careful assessment of *each* period and whether it should be in or out. When you get into multi, sequential parenthetic use, how I view the placement of the period can vary with each review. Shit happens is all.

  3. That's awesome --- good for you!

  4. getting knifed in your sleep would have been a cool post, too.

    but you probably wouldn't have posted about it. what with your busy jet-setting life and all.

  5. Oh what fun,I'd love to meet a bunch of bloggers, but passport problems, in that I haven't the$ for the passport first. I hear it's more expensive in the USA. BTW i've tagged you in a Meme :)

  6. If I actually knew who any of those people were, and if I'd actually been invited, I TOTALLY would have gone on this trip. Now I've got a ton of new blogs to check out. Shit. There goes my weekend.

  7. A few things.
    First, being a robot is totally underrated, I mean, do you have any idea how effing HAWT we are at Star Wars conventions? Just sayin.
    Second, Irish Car Bombs (and I'm Irish) are goddamn SCARY, dude, The little shot glass is INSIDE your DRINK which you are then expected to UPEND? Thus potentially crashing a shot glass into your TEETH? No. Why involve the beer? Just give THIS robot her shots STRAIGHT, thanks.
    And third? I love you.
    You BETTER be coming to BlogHer NYC in Aug so I can get to meet you, too. I will be the one in the R2D2 costume.

  8. I totally loved this! It's awesome when things work out that way!

  9. I'm going to do that some day. I'm jealous. Very jealous.