happy hour
I do this thing, that i used to think was really dorky.
I go to Blogger Happy Hours.
I put the first sentence in the past tense, because I realized that I really like everyone that i meet and more than that, I find that it's an incredible thing, this little group of baltimore bloggers.
They are writers and thinkers who I never would have met if it weren't for this itty bitty habit of mine. So, to those of you who I look forward to seeing again, you are dynamic and lovely and I'm proud I got to know you.
And, to all of you other online writers out there who never show up to these little festivities, I'm making a public and rude plea for your attendence Tomorrow night at Molly's Public House .
brian and emma, come on, I never see you guys since you stopped tutoring? way to drop the ball, dudes. give up on the poor little kids, and then give up on me. thanks a lot, jerks.
epiphany, screw the play. come to get drinks and let me make you blush.
max and tim, I made you quiche. you owe me. wtf?
jaime, you recovered from nearly deleting your blog - I think that all of this was a very clever attempt to get the longest hug from Snay. no? suuuuuuure. whatever.
eric, you love weird shit like this!
weezie and sara, what? are you too cool?
bob. pussy.
Well, that should work - or make me loose you all as friends.
Let's thank Mike and his lovely wife for putting together this night of drinking.
I go to Blogger Happy Hours.
I put the first sentence in the past tense, because I realized that I really like everyone that i meet and more than that, I find that it's an incredible thing, this little group of baltimore bloggers.
They are writers and thinkers who I never would have met if it weren't for this itty bitty habit of mine. So, to those of you who I look forward to seeing again, you are dynamic and lovely and I'm proud I got to know you.
And, to all of you other online writers out there who never show up to these little festivities, I'm making a public and rude plea for your attendence Tomorrow night at Molly's Public House .
brian and emma, come on, I never see you guys since you stopped tutoring? way to drop the ball, dudes. give up on the poor little kids, and then give up on me. thanks a lot, jerks.
epiphany, screw the play. come to get drinks and let me make you blush.
max and tim, I made you quiche. you owe me. wtf?
jaime, you recovered from nearly deleting your blog - I think that all of this was a very clever attempt to get the longest hug from Snay. no? suuuuuuure. whatever.
eric, you love weird shit like this!
weezie and sara, what? are you too cool?
bob. pussy.
Well, that should work - or make me loose you all as friends.
Let's thank Mike and his lovely wife for putting together this night of drinking.
posted by j-e-s-s-i-c-a at 5:13 PM
4 Comments:
See Ya, I plan on being there. :-)
You never make me quiche.
our livejournal/blogs totally suck.. we don't want to show our faces.
well, will there be free ice cream?
ps i want quiche
this is me sticking my tongue out. at you. :p how do you like them apples?
I think a stoop/porch night is in order. I'll talk it over with the old man.
-emma
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