I decided last night that I’d challenge the laws governing the space-time continuum and actually talk, in person, to some other bloggers from Atlanta. I know, you’re thinking the results could very well mirror Jennifer McFly’s meeting her 30-years-ago self, which resulted in syncope, but could very well have resulted in mass catastrophe. I thought the risk worth taking.
So, I went to the bar for the meeting I’d read about on the APWBWGTTD website and saw several tables full of people playing trivia. Great. I didn’t particularly want to walk up to each table and ask, “Hey, so, like, do you blog?” so I ordered a Negro Modelo and sat at a small table by myself to twitter and, perhaps, be able to pick out the trivia participants who looked like bloggers. One table was entirely female, so I eliminated them. Another table only had a pair of participants, so I eliminated them. The largest group with mixed genders seemed promising, so I sat next to them.
One of the guys asked, “Hey, you a blogger?”
Me: “Nope. I’m a lonely alcoholic who makes love to his blackberry when away from his tonic and gin. Want to share a drink I call ‘lonliness’?”
I scooted towards the group and shook a couple hands.
New aquaintance: “So, what’s your blog about? Politics?”
Me: “It’s sort of a humor blog…you know, about parenting, lawyering, soldiering, my childhood…”
New aquaintance: “You don’t look very funny. You’re white. And skinny.”
Me: “I hear you, buddy. But I do love cocaine and hookers! Doesn’t that count for something?”
New acquaintance: “No.”
I decided to hang around another couple hours, and we actually won the trivia contest in a brilliant come-from-behind on the last question (gambling the full 20 points) because I was the only person in the bar who remembered who ran with Ross Perot in ’92. Damn right it was a good day. Looking forward to next month’s meeting.