What I remember was fun and a couple thoughts.
First, as always, a big thanks to Kathryn and DC Bachelor for another great happy hour. From what I can remember, I had a great time. And from what I don’t remember, but have read, was also sloppy (you're shocked, I know).
I really enjoy these events more and more. I do. There is a fun energy and it is an excellent excuse to throw a few (or more) back with some smart, interesting and generally, really fun people.
First, let me just say that while I happily take responsibility for being a drunk, I will blame this guy and his lovely lurker friends for getting me WASTED. Because I am basically incapable of saying no to a shot, I proceeded to slam WAY too many. Flash to a bit later, I can only hope my serious love for Sally will mean she forgives me for spilling salsa on her super hot dress.
Yep, so I am TOLD I was at Dragon Fly. Of course the black out curtain fell at about that time. I kind of remember making it to there, but not really. I am sure it was lots of fun, and I did all sorts of funny (read: annoying) things. Let’s just hope, if you were there, you were drunk and didn’t mind. And, if you did mind, you probably shouldn't be drinking with me.
I’d like to say that I really got my shit together on Saturday. But I didn’t. I threw on a sun dress and went to a great Kentucky Derby party. Aside from learning that I do love mint juleps, I also had an amazing time visiting with some of my favorite people on a nice roof deck on a sunny afternoon. Later, we all went and had an amazing dinner at Russia House and aside from a small snafu at the end of the night, it was a pretty successful couple of days.
On Sunday, as I tried to let my liver begin to heal, I talked to a couple friends about my weekend. And, I realized, that as silly as it sounds, one of the most important aspects of having a good drinking buddy is trust. They’ll listen to the same stories, laugh at your stupid jokes and even go get a late night snack when you know you shouldn’t. They also will bail you out of tight spot, not mind if you get overly emotional or even rather offensive. A drinking buddy means letting your guard down. It means you’re probably going to say stuff you don’t mean, act in ways you don’t like and most likely, your friends will, too.
And, one of the main reasons I think these bloggy nerd fests have been going so well is that on some level having a blog creates vulnerability and that those who still like you deserve a degree of trust from you. It’s like you’ve told them some aspects of your personality and they still want to take a shot with you. And, in the midst of my millionth shot on Friday, or as I looked around at my friends at dinner on Saturday, I realized that while the degrees of trust will naturally vary, it is nice to know that it is still being created and built upon.