So, I’ve given you a very brief overview of my weekend, in which yes, I met some really awesome local bloggers. In fact, this was my very first tweetup. (This is when a group of very awesome people get together offline and exude their awesomeness together.)
I wasn’t sure if I would be going at all to this event, I mean, it’s meeting a bunch of strangers from the interwebs… But it is 2009, and social media is as prevalent as smog in China… I mean, even my mom is on facebook (seriously). I think my bigger concern was that I’d really only been following one of them online prior to the meetup. Well, anyways, I stopped whining and womaned up for the meetup. It was going to be at one of my favorite locations anyway — the Handlebar. (With their glorious, BEST EVER smoked gouda mac & cheese and my favorite cider, Original Sin.)
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Yep. That’s me with 5 hard ciders and 2 shots of Jameson. For some reason lately, when I order shots, it’s almost always been Jameson. Probably since Sweaterfest.
Anyway… Well, we move to another bar before I have all my alcohol consumed, but by that point I was drunk. Normally I do fairly well. This night… well, I don’t even remember taking pictures. Or having my picture taken:
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There are other things I don’t remember… The most concerning to me is how I got from outside the bar, where I remember saying goodbye to DShan, Molly, and Hallie, to outside of another restaurant blocks away. (Point A to Point B)
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What I do remember is ending up sitting next to the building and vomiting up my beloved mac & cheese I have raved about (soberly). I sort of go in and out of consciousness for a little bit. I began texting people (frustrated that one of them was too drunk to come rescue me), then apparently I began calling people. Not only did I call my new friend Rachel, who I believe was still at the bar with her husband and Jenn, but I also called Angel and the virginian… (At least I didn’t call my mom this time.. yes, I have done that once.)
Anyway… people near the restaurant waiting for buses were sort of concerned about this pink haired girl propped up against the building. “Are you okay???” To which I incoherently mumbled and shook my head, then placed it back against the brick wall. Eventually an older gentleman approached me. He, and some of the waitstaff, thought I was with some other people outside the restaurant… I some how managed to explain that I was once with friends, but now trying to get home. (Honestly, I don’t know what I was doing at Ashland, the northbound 9 stops running in the late evening…) Apparently someone somewhere has a fondness for me, because this man (who I believe may have been an off-duty/retired police/fire man — I couldn’t see the emblem on his shirt) got me into his car and took me home. Getting into cars with strangers when you’re DRUNK is a stupid idea. But well, it was that or passout next to the building, which I was damn near close to doing.
So yes… though I had an amazing time meeting the aformentioned bloggers along with Matt, Scott, Dan, Esley, and Evan…. I got wasted. I feel very lucky I got home with only a small patch of skin missing from my elbow. I woke up (early too) with only a mild headache and a mild stomach ache. And then made myself presentable to meet the virginian at Lit Fest.
I’ll just leave you with the only video of the night that I’m acknowledging exists…