My First and Last Blogger Lunch
Today is the day. My first official "blogger lunch," a physical meeting of local bloggers to get together and talk about how lame we are in person. Yes, I'm nervous. But not for the regular reasons. I'm pretty sure my hair will look fab and my conversational skills will be up to task, but it's the other factors that are making my eye lid twitch.
1. Supposedly, I was the only person to respond to the invitation so it will just be me, the host, and a crew of her family. Or was I really the only person invited? Is this criminal targeting?
2. I was convinced by the hostess to bring my children along although I'd already arranged alternate babysitting. Does she want to take out as many Flakes as possible?
3. We are meeting at a "secret" location. I'm supposed to come to Downtown Disney and wait between two shops at which point I will be met escorted to an undisclosed location.
4.
The only picture I have of my hostess is her avatar, a pirate. Now I know the movie industry would have us think otherwise, but pirates don't have the best reputation when women and children are involved.
5. I was asked to bring cash. Sure, it's just a measly $5 to pay for our lunch foods, but that's $5 that they'll beat me with crowbars and leave me gasping in a puddle for.
6. It's Leap Day. Technically, this day shouldn't exist. So when I go missing, nobody will even notice.
I leave for the lunch in two hours. Please don't kill me, S'mee. But in case I don't come back, go looking for an overweight pirate wearing Birkenstocks. He'll deny everything but look in his back pocket and you'll find my $5. I will be avenged!
1. Supposedly, I was the only person to respond to the invitation so it will just be me, the host, and a crew of her family. Or was I really the only person invited? Is this criminal targeting?
2. I was convinced by the hostess to bring my children along although I'd already arranged alternate babysitting. Does she want to take out as many Flakes as possible?
3. We are meeting at a "secret" location. I'm supposed to come to Downtown Disney and wait between two shops at which point I will be met escorted to an undisclosed location.
4.
The only picture I have of my hostess is her avatar, a pirate. Now I know the movie industry would have us think otherwise, but pirates don't have the best reputation when women and children are involved.5. I was asked to bring cash. Sure, it's just a measly $5 to pay for our lunch foods, but that's $5 that they'll beat me with crowbars and leave me gasping in a puddle for.
6. It's Leap Day. Technically, this day shouldn't exist. So when I go missing, nobody will even notice.
I leave for the lunch in two hours. Please don't kill me, S'mee. But in case I don't come back, go looking for an overweight pirate wearing Birkenstocks. He'll deny everything but look in his back pocket and you'll find my $5. I will be avenged!
Comments
If not, take a cell phone and text "I'm still alive" every five minutes to your husband. If he misses a text, he'll come running!
Just a little tip I picked up from a crappy mystery novel. (Of course, the murderer figured out the text thing and kept texting anyway, but it all worked out in the end.)
What great words of comfort, Wiz. Sheesh.
Have fun!
I went to my first blogger lunch last week. I wasn't worried about being murdered or robbed. Nope. My concerns were far more serious...what if I wasn't funny?
Oh, I said "some" tips, huh? Well, I wouldn't want to cheat you, so...roundhouse kick to the face or use your elbow (anywhere really, it makes for a nice sharp bony weapon) or the classic head-butt works great.
For the second one I went early to Carrabbas and dropped off a birthday card for the guest of honor, then stood everyone up.
I got to ride on a Harley for the third and by then I knew a lot of the local bloggers so I chilled a little bit. I've met quite a few bloggers since then. Does that make me promiscuous?
(Somewhere in there I even offered to set up a blogger lunch for you next time you were in town.)
Most recently I met a blogger with whom I didn't have any mutual friends and this time her husband was nervous about her meeting a stranger. (Me? I'm harmless!)
And finally, just two weeks ago I met jennifer b. outside The Golden Horseshoe at Disneyland. I'd just ridden in the second seat at Splash Mountain and she did an excellent job picking out the drowned rat.
Hope you had a fabulous time.
S'mee, chronicler and S'mees son/daughter-in-law are all terrific people.
I got lost on my way home and was 40 minutes late picking my son up from school. Stupid Orange County, everything looks the same wherever you are.
Enjoy Kitty McFee! I'm so glad she's going to a good home :)
I'm gonna do a post over at nine moons about our lunch. I'll send you guys the pictures I took. All two of them.
I must say, hollywood looks exactly like her picture!
But then I read the comments that you posted, and I am glad that it was a good time :)
And Hollywood, you forgot to tell everyone just how close that avatar comes to the real McCoy, right on down to the Birkenstocks!
And evidently ya'all got home a heck of a lot sooner than I did! By my clock it's now 10:28! Yikes! (I actually made it home by 5:30 but still, yikes!) Let's do this again soon!!!
Susan M. was my very first blog, and my very first blog friend!