Mo Mojitos, Mo problems
I am getting too old to get drunk at happy hours. That said, I still had a lot of fun. Perhaps I hadn’t talked to anyone for something like six months because as I recall the events of the blogger happy hour yesterday, you couldn’t get me to shut the fuck up for anything. Jesus Christ, no one is that interesting. Especially an effing blogger.
So, cheers to Kathryn (who is really good at calling me out, and I love it) and i-66 (on the road again) for another great event. Props to FOMO superstar DC Cookie for makin it out. Thanks to both Mike (Love the JC v. AMC post btw) and RCR (offer still stands) for knocking them back and keeping up with me and nice to see Barbara and Kris who has a lot of sparkle.
Things I’ll mention:
I believe there were several new youngin hottie bloggers worth noting. With the addition of DCB’s new intern Sally (nice work) who is super hot/cool (even though she is from Texas), the dietcokeofevil chic who is perfect hybrid of Kirsten Dunst and Alicia Cuthbert as well as the always fun and flirty RoarSavage, Nicole and the other attractive staples these happy hours are turning into a real wet dream (I swear).
Aside from several really stupid things that I remember saying, another pleasent memory this morning was DCB totally getting points back that he lost due to being sans headband as he convinced me his buddy from the urinal photo was gay, and I should go grab his ass and hit on him. And, of course, I did. This may beg the question would you have done it if he was straight, but that’s beside the point so you can shut the hell up. And we all know the answer to that don’t we? Anyway, urinal guy looked to be hookin some hot shit up toward the end of the night, so I think it all worked out in the end.
Now, the new superlative. This was a close one at first as there was actually someone passing out business cards w/ their blog name on it. But then (ta-dah) I met “that guy” who is the first recipient of my Chode of the Night (Add that to the list, Kathryn). Well ladies, he goes to G-town, is a 1-L, and likes to work that sassy J Crew style and he thinks he is really effing cool. How does one go about getting this illustrious award? Here’s one way:
V: Hi, Chode nice to meet you.
Chode: So you’re a blogger.
V: (rolling eyes) Oh yeah, you got it.
Chode: I’m http://www.barzelay.net/
V: Oh cool, I’ve read you (lying).
Chode: What’s yours.
V: Circle V
Chode: Yeah, somebody sent me a link to read it, but I was just too busy.
V: (takes gigantic drink of mojito sensing the conversation really going downhill from there)
Okay, so I don’t effing care if you’ve never read my blog, in fact, good for you. But why would you tell me you are too busy to read it? Is that supposed to impress me? I was also a little annoyed that this guy was too cool for any of my lawyer jokes (Chode: Oh, I think being a lawyer is going to really work out for me). Yeah, go get ‘em, killer. Also weird was how he told me all about his girlfriend and then proceeded to hit on lots of girls even though he’s w/ some bloggers sister or something (yeah, I said it).
I may be a drunk bitch, folks, but I will never ever think I am cool because I blog. That’s a promise.