Went to a Blogger Party...
When my wife and I arrived at Keegan’s Saturday, all we could find was a table tucked in the corner that had a sign that said "Only for groups of Four or more." Seeing that the place was packed, we decide to take the table and grab onto the next couple that where looking for a place to sit. The next "couple" just happened to be the Clan Stewart, of Night Writer fame.
First off, I have to thank Jon Stewart, for taking me around and introducing me to many of the bloggers at the MOB gala Saturday evening. I wasn't really sure how to approach having to go around and introduce myself to others, but Jon took care of that for me. While Jon took me around, his wife and mine hit it off. (Remember: Crème Brulee Bread Pudding!)
I really feel bad that I don't remember everyone I talked to. Or rather, yelled at. The place was kind of loud and after a few hours my throat was hatched. I'm only used to yelling for a minute or two at a time, and that's usually in traffic. And it's usually words you don't use in polite society. Of course, I wasn't sure if this was polite society, but I didn't want to take any chances.
My anonymity, courtesy of the internet, is pretty much blown. On more than one occasion someone remarked that I didn't really look that surly. Oh, and nice mustache.
I’ll have you know, when I’m wearing a chef’s coat, I’m quite the stud. The mustache is key.
Anyway, Jon took me on the rounds. I met Kevin Ecker. Kevin didn’t have the cold, steely look of the prairie dog slayers of my youth. Nor did he have the bulbous, Jimmy Duranty nose caused by years of alcoholism. But hey, he’s still young.
Others I met included Cathy of Cathy in the Wright, and Kathy the Cake Eater, and Doug’s wife, who I apologize, I can’t remember her name (**Got it: Mama Ellen**). I do remember she worked in food service for a number of years. Kathy the Cake Eater talks with her hands, which is okay unless she holding a drink. But that’s okay. Most of the time the glass was empty.
Let’s see…Who else? There was Ben from Hammerswing75 accosting people with a camera. If construction falls thru, he could have a career as a paparazzi.
Scott of Pinkmonkeybird.
Leo from Psycmeistr's Ice Palace.
Doug Crappie, of Crossword Bebop was there. He sat close by, close enough that I had to ask him to move so I could get out of my corner.
It turns out that at the table next to us was presided over by Mayor Doug of Bogus Gold. Of course, by that time I got over to talk to him, my throat was gone, and no amount of black and tan was going to revive it. All I could really get out was my name, blog-name and a "nice to meet ya."
There was the Nihilist. Learned Foot. The Flash. Mitch Berg. Brian “St. Paul” Ward and other Fraters Libertas folks who I didn’t have a chance to meet because they were surrounded by groupies.
There where a lot of people. I couldn’t really get my head around all the names. I hope nobody feels slighted if I don’t include them in this post.
About 8:00 the Stewart family wandered off to talk to others, and my wife and I decided to go do a little Christmas shopping while we still had a baby sitter.
It was a great evening, and we plan to attend more of the MOB get togethers.
First off, I have to thank Jon Stewart, for taking me around and introducing me to many of the bloggers at the MOB gala Saturday evening. I wasn't really sure how to approach having to go around and introduce myself to others, but Jon took care of that for me. While Jon took me around, his wife and mine hit it off. (Remember: Crème Brulee Bread Pudding!)
I really feel bad that I don't remember everyone I talked to. Or rather, yelled at. The place was kind of loud and after a few hours my throat was hatched. I'm only used to yelling for a minute or two at a time, and that's usually in traffic. And it's usually words you don't use in polite society. Of course, I wasn't sure if this was polite society, but I didn't want to take any chances.
My anonymity, courtesy of the internet, is pretty much blown. On more than one occasion someone remarked that I didn't really look that surly. Oh, and nice mustache.
I’ll have you know, when I’m wearing a chef’s coat, I’m quite the stud. The mustache is key.
Anyway, Jon took me on the rounds. I met Kevin Ecker. Kevin didn’t have the cold, steely look of the prairie dog slayers of my youth. Nor did he have the bulbous, Jimmy Duranty nose caused by years of alcoholism. But hey, he’s still young.
Others I met included Cathy of Cathy in the Wright, and Kathy the Cake Eater, and Doug’s wife, who I apologize, I can’t remember her name (**Got it: Mama Ellen**). I do remember she worked in food service for a number of years. Kathy the Cake Eater talks with her hands, which is okay unless she holding a drink. But that’s okay. Most of the time the glass was empty.
Let’s see…Who else? There was Ben from Hammerswing75 accosting people with a camera. If construction falls thru, he could have a career as a paparazzi.
Scott of Pinkmonkeybird.
Leo from Psycmeistr's Ice Palace.
Doug Crappie, of Crossword Bebop was there. He sat close by, close enough that I had to ask him to move so I could get out of my corner.
It turns out that at the table next to us was presided over by Mayor Doug of Bogus Gold. Of course, by that time I got over to talk to him, my throat was gone, and no amount of black and tan was going to revive it. All I could really get out was my name, blog-name and a "nice to meet ya."
There was the Nihilist. Learned Foot. The Flash. Mitch Berg. Brian “St. Paul” Ward and other Fraters Libertas folks who I didn’t have a chance to meet because they were surrounded by groupies.
There where a lot of people. I couldn’t really get my head around all the names. I hope nobody feels slighted if I don’t include them in this post.
About 8:00 the Stewart family wandered off to talk to others, and my wife and I decided to go do a little Christmas shopping while we still had a baby sitter.
It was a great evening, and we plan to attend more of the MOB get togethers.
posted by Surly Dave at 12/18/2005 08:45:00 PM
4 Comments:
Surly Dave,
I am indeed working towards a career in "gotcha" photojournalism. It was great to meet you and I hope to see you again in an atmosphere more conducive for conversation.
now, honestly, you didn't mind getting showered in chardonnay, did you?
We actually have two chefs in the MOB. Ben Storkamp of That's Right, I'm A Chef is also on the roll, but I didn't see him at Keegan's
Great to meet you last night, Surly D! Keep the recipes coming.
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