Keegan’s Pub was crawling with local bloggers last night.
I, too, left my secret headquarters and mingled with fellow pasty-faced Minnesotans. Aside from the table-raping, the evening was pleasant. Mitch was there – he was, like, the Grand Poobah. Nobody even noticed that I was suited up and ready for a blogathlon. Maybe everyone was jealous of my suede super-suit – BUT STILL.
Anyboots, I have been training all winter for this event – the amount of sitting I have done would make your head spin. Also, the interest I’ve had in other “things” and “people” has had to take a back-seat to my web rambling. Brambling.
The only thing that would have made the night more awesome is if James Lileks and I could have performed our Ice Revue. One word: Magic.
Here’s a photo of me taken by fellow blogger :
Doesn’t it look like I’m having fun??!! I always have fun when I drink flat Pepsi. Notice my delicate pinky-finger. Also notice the food on my sweater and in my hair. Somebody must have thrown that at me because I don’t even eat anymore. I just drink flat Pepsi.
The Nihilist in Golf Pants was also there… he may or may not remember the event.
I’m just saying.
He was with a fellow that had wonderfully shaped eyebrows and spoke of gopher-holes. I think he was talking about gopher-holes… I was so busy staring at the miracle of a man-in-his-third-trimester that I lost track of the conversation.