November 07, 2004
i see a pattern
I've been to two blog-meets and read numerous accounts of others elsewhere in the country. They all go a lot like this. I can't imagine a blog-meet being one of those quiet, coffee-house whisper-fests that beatnicks did in the late 50s. No, I see more of a controlled riot, with lots of alcohol, cigarette smoke, off-key singing and maybe a pair of panties whirling around on the ceiling fan.
And if the next day you remember everything that happened, you didn't drink enough.
I have to admit, if there was any lingerie flying anywhere, I missed it.
We definitely have a good time, but still have a ways to go to live down, errr -- up, to your standards. Far as I know, nobody got painted, just plastered.
Cheers!
You keep posting these kinds of details and *I* might have to fly down for the next blog meet, Acidman...
I'll change some of your misconceptions 'bout folks from the Northeast...
I am a Georgia blogger; I very much want to come to the next blogmeet and hook up with you guys. When and where, y'all?
Shit. I just ran Helen, GA through Mapquest.
It's only 1,000 miles from here. I may come down on the Harley...
