Stop the Presses!

Grab the smelling salts now and keep them handy. I have some news for you, my devoted Cake Eater Readers.

Ahem.

I had a social life this weekend!

I know. Pretty unusual, eh? Tell me about it. But it was nice to actually have not one, but two parties to go to before it starts getting cold and no one leaves their house again until next summer. (Yes. That really is the way things work here in the frozen tundra. Unless you're into ice fishing or somesuch winter sporty crap. Then you probably get out and about regularly. But those of us who despise winter, well...to put it bluntly,we're fucked, thank you ever so bloody much.) On Labor Day, we had an alley barbeque with the neighbors and that was nice, but it was really nothing to write home about. But Sunday night, well, last night was the MOB (Minnesota Organization of Blogs) Bash, which was held at the Town Hall Brewery near the U in downtown Minneapolis. Feeling festive, I threw on some nice strappy black high heels and, with the husband in tow, scooted off to meet some more bloggers!

I'm REALLY bad with faces and names, so I was pretty happy when I recognized Noodles from the last MOB event and he and his lovely wife, Susie, allowed me to latch onto them while I got my bearings. I chatted briefly with Ringer and met Andy from Residual Forces, yet another member of the Kennedy v. The Machine Gang of Four. Another KvM crew member, and a blogger whom I read regularly, Doug from Bogus Gold appeared and it was really nice to finally get to know him. Doug also squired me around and introduced me to many people, for which I'm grateful, because if he hadn't kept asking me "Do you want to meet some more people?" I probably would have sat at our table all night long, waiting for people to come to me. Which wasn't really going to happen as I am not the Queen of the MOB. Nevertheless a few people did come to our table and included in their number was Sandy from M.A.W.B Squad, who is one super duper cool chick, Ben from Hammerswing75 who was smoking clove cigarettes (mmmm) Steve from Giggle Pundit, the Night Writer, and the social butterfly of the evening: Mr. Mitch Berg, who was the host with the most, flitting from table to table, catching what I'm sure was the best of all the conversations taking place.

When we actually got up and started meandering, we were introduced to Dan, the Northern Alliance Wannabe; I had a brief chat with David Strom, who was happy to open up his portable humidor and let me take a peek inside. I was also happy to meet the Nihilist in Golf Pants, who did not have a copy of Sartre's Being and Nothingness sticking out of his plaid pants pocket because---ahem---wasn't wearing golf pants. Now, forcibly DRAG your minds out of the gutter and realize that the reason he wasn't wearing golf pants was because he was sporting an attractive socks and loafer look with a pair of shorts (which were not plaid), hence I believe he left the Sartre at home as it wasn't "summery" enough. I also briefly met Learned Foot and Pinkmonkeybird---who was sporting a hat with his URL on it, which, through the haze of chardonnay, made it really easy to figure out who he was. Thanks, Dude!

Unfortunately, for all the people I did get to meet and chat with, I did not have the chance to chat with any of the Fraters or {insert drumroll here} Lileks, who I am still scared of meeting because I know I will suffer from the worst case of verbal incontinence ever recorded if that meeting should ever occur.

I'm sure I've forgotten someone in this long listing, so if I have it's my fault, not yours and you can verbally abuse me in the comments.

I did have a nice time and I'm definitely thinking I'll have to shoot down to Keegan's one Thursday night in the not so distant future to hang out again with these guys. I heard a rumor of trivia; I shall have to investigate to see if it's true.

Posted by Kathy at September 6, 2005 01:33 AM | TrackBack