IT’S A BLOG BLOG BLOG WEEKEND
Friday day and night were free of blog-related activity. Then Saturday night, blogs hit my social life big-time. Without the people I've met through blogging, my Saturday night plans would have consisted of whatever Netflix movies I had and/or reruns of Law and Order: SVU. Not bad plans, even for a worst-case scenario. But I did have other plans.
First, dinner cooked deliciously by the lovely Writersblocgal (fellas, you don’t know what you’re missing…); there was wine and a cheese course before the main course, and of course, conversation that was social sustenance as well.
Then, WBG and I headed off to the remotest recesses of the Lower East Side to the hookah-adorned Ruby Lounge, which might have been eponymously-colored, but was, most descriptively, the darkest bar I’ve ever been in. Most of us were there to celebrate the birthday of the adorable C , but a contingent of visiting bloggers also converged upon the bar to create a blog bottleneck at the bar’s narrowest points. The party was also a convenient way for members of the inner and outer blogcircle to unite at a central location to celebrate the reunion of Candied Ginger, a hallmark of which was Candygirl or Ginger candiedginger.net accidentally stomping on my toes (doesn’t sound so bad unless you’ve seen what kinds of shoes these girls prefer). Both grabbed me for plenty of hugs and pumped my ego full of nice compliments, so an obliterated toe was a small price to pay.
Among the other prolific and prominent bloggers in attendance was the famous Fish , bodacious Bostoner PetiteDov, the rockin’ Jessica, Smurfalicious Lisa , the lovely Ari, the most famous copy editor/poker player in NYC, and Yaron, the blogger who keeps threatening to quit, but doesn’t. If WBG was overwhelmed, she didn’t show it.
Later, Crazy Old Dawn Summers showed up with her Elektra-viewing partner F-Train (maybe now they'll invite me to their karaoke meets, even though I don't play poker). Mike was apparently there, but we didn’t get reintroduced. I met Daniella, who was very well-behaved, despite the title of her blog.
God bless Ari for sharing her cab with me at the end of the night, for I was nowhere near home, and extremely tired by the time we left in the 2am range.
But for friends like these, I might have no blogs. Or but for blogs like these, I might have no friends. Not really sure. But it was a good night, and I did it all for the Bloggie.
Tonight was another, non-blog-related story, for another non-blog-related time.
Sleep well, gentle readers.