You know what I like?
No no no…I am not talking about leopard print, wheaty beer or any movie involving lots of blood, but there is that.
I am talking about road trips. Windows down, singing along to the radio and some junk food. What is not to like? Lucky for me, I am taking one next weekend. I am heading to NYC with my girls LiLu, Maxie, Deutlich and dmb5_libra.
From gpb.org
I cannot even imagine the trouble we will get in to, but I assure you this: my cleavage will finally see sunlight, someone will fall flat on their face, and LiLu will get the spooning of a lifetime from yours truly.
Next Saturday night (5/2/09) we are getting together with a bunch of NYC bloggers and readers. If you are in the area, please come out and say hi to the above mentioned ladies, as well as Chris, idontliketoread, Cavy, Wordy Ninja, Kat and Lauren.
There are only a few rules:
–You must be nice/accepting of the fact that we will probably be falling down drunk by the end of the night.
–You cannot be creepy. If you ask to smell anyone’s hair, you will be punched. Or, I will send my mom after you. This kinda shit scares her. I don’t know why; the internet is a safe place.
–You cannot publish any photos without permission. Me? I don’t care as long as they are flattering, but others may hunt you down.
If you can follow these simple guidelines, we cannot wait to meet you. Swing on by the Village Pourhouse on the corner of 3rd Ave and 11th Street at 9.30 and I’ll give you a big smile.
Just don’t touch my hair.
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So when are we having a Bloggy Meet-up in North Carolina? We have beaches…and putt putt!
I suck at putt putt, though. I don’t like losing. (Mature, I know.)
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I can’t believe for all our innuendos we’ve never actually spooned. This wrong shall be righted immediately. Dibs on little. (I just want to be held…)
Works well. I am the Dom.
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you guys are going to have such a fun time! and i’m the same way about photos, unless i approve them hell no are they ending up on the internet.
You will be here soon, though. It will be great.
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All I can say is it’s going to be fucking epic!
I am a little scared actually.
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Ahhh, how fun!!! Sounds like such a great time! Why can’t everyone come to Boston, damn it?!
I may come to Boston in the fall, actually. I have to see my girl brookem.
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Oh man, I’m just missing you guys. I’m heading up the weekend of May 8. If anyone is just waking out of their stupor by then, give me a buzz.
It is a possibility, frankly.
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I’m all about the drunkenness and falling down, but I am going to declare that there is no drunken bathroom crying. Do you girls hear me? Do NOT get drunk and cry. That is NO FUN. And I would like to be spooned. Apparently I can’t get any of that around here. Even with my fantastic tatas.
I am not a beer tears kinda gal unless something very specific happens. I agree though; there is no crying in bathrooms!
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I have never been to a blogger ‘get together’. I’m loading up on antibiotics and vitamins…..as a precautionary measure.
Smart move.
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Can we PLEASE make this week go by faster?! PLEASE!
I am waving my magic wand.
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Smelling hair is creepy? Oh.
Who knew, huh?
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I’m so jealous of this road trip…seriously. I would join you in a heartbeat if I didn’t have a race on the 3rd.
Maybe there could be an NYC Part II?
We shall see, but if all goes well, I am sure we will.
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Wow. It sounds like there will be much jackassery to be had. You guys are gonna have sooo much fun. And I’m jealous b/c I’ve never even been to NYC. I’m the lamest, I know.
Eh, I haven’t been in years. No shame.
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“I am not a beer tears kinda gal”
I can vouch for this, folks … in high school, there was a group of girls who were notorious for going to “parties” (that term being a loose one in high school), drinking too much vodka/smirnoff ice (did that even exist in the late nineties?)/whatever, and crying. Every time. I don’t know why we hung around with them, except that some of us were probably hoping for sex. Luckily, Lemmy was not one of those girls, AND she still put out (or so I’m told).
Psyched to see you, L, psyched to meet your friends, and psyched (sorta) to meet your Internet stalkers. For at least the time that I’m there, I volunteer to personally beat any guy who asks to smell anyone’s hair.
Thanks for backing me up, pal…and um, mom I TOTALLY did not put out in HS. In fact, I am still a virgin.
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Ahhh you are coming to my neck of the woods and I am away that weekend.
BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAH.
My NYC heart and soul will be there with you while my physical being will be in Upstate NY for a Bar Mitzvah.
Good times!!
Have a blast. xo
I know–it is sadness…but we shall see each other soon.
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But your hair smells soo good….Um I mean damn, I am going to miss this event. You guys have a shot for me.
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im so jealous! you better CALL ME– ill be falling down at my birthday party and id love to chat with you sugars as it’s all going down.
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Let’s go all Rhody on Manhattan’s ass.
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