...so I have to say I love you in a haiku

Pierre got the drinks.
And boy howdy were there drinks.
Advil, start working.

Thanks to our generous host Pierre, along with Doug, Isabel, Tony and even Nate who deigned to join "the geeks," to give me a night on the town that I totally desperately needed. The cocktails were appropriately gay and pink (as Brian predicted, although he blew us off last minute. Stupid new baby.) the conversation was glittering if a bit slurry, and while my memory is a little hazy towards about midnight, I did find this in my inbox this morning from Doug.

Best guess as to why they're clapping gets a gay pink cocktail on me at BlogHer. Because I have no clue.

Also, I forgot how nice it is to pee in the open air. Except for the whole pee on your legs aspect of the matter. Otherwise? Pretty nice.


Blogger Fairly Odd Mother said...

Peeing on the sidewalk. Ahhhhh. . . those were the days. Oh, wait, you had one of those days last night?!?!?

Damn having to drive. I could only have one drink last night in my corner of the world.

7/11/08, 9:08 AM  
Anonymous MetroDad said...

Advil isn't doing a thing for my hangover. Surprisingly, neither is bacon. I don't even want to think about how much alcohol we consumed last night. Did we really polish off that enormous village-size bottle of sake? So much fun though and totally worth the pain I'm feeling now.

You and Nate Dog rock. I think I came home and just babbled to my wife about how much I love you guys. We'll have to do it again sometime soon.

7/11/08, 10:36 AM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Oh my GOD Metrodad - I swear I totally forgot about the sake. I kept thinking how am I so hungover on a few foofy vodka drinks and a glass of Prosecco?

Oh right, the sake.

7/11/08, 10:46 AM  
Blogger Backpacking Dad said...

"Hey look! We figured out how to melt our hands! You just have to concentrate really hard and rictus the shit out of your mouth. Then, ta-da!"

7/11/08, 11:08 AM  
Blogger Marinka said...

They're not clapping, they're trying to fly.

7/11/08, 11:24 AM  
Blogger Brian said...

The only time we clap like that around here is when someone makes a poop on the potty. So I'm hoping it's not that.

Unless that's how you guys choose to party. Oh, the city is a godless place.

7/11/08, 12:10 PM  
Blogger mr. nice guy said...

i may be seething with envy and impotent rage ... but at least i'm not hung over.

7/11/08, 6:09 PM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Mr Nice Guy, if you had been impotent, you wouldn't have been in this situation.

7/11/08, 6:27 PM  
Blogger Christina said...

My guess as to why they're clapping: either you shot something out of your nose or you flashed them your breasts.

And hey, I didn't know you were going to play in Haiku Friday. :)

7/11/08, 7:53 PM  
Anonymous Alexis said...

Oh, how I need an evening on the town!

7/12/08, 11:57 AM  
Anonymous Ree said...

Your gay guy gives you pink drinks? My gay guy has bourbon hidden in his bedroom. ;-)

7/12/08, 8:48 PM  
Anonymous problemchildbride said...

My gay guy's in deep love and never calls any more.

Glad to hear you got to party hearty, lady. You deserve a night of cutting loose.

7/13/08, 12:20 AM  
Blogger Manager Mom said...

Yeah, that was one of my favorite parts of camping - the "nature walks". Just don't use strange-looking leaves as toilet paper.

7/13/08, 8:51 PM  
Blogger BOSSY said...

Absolutely no fair having that much fun without Bossy. Isn't that printed in a rule book somewhere?

7/14/08, 12:37 PM  
Anonymous Kristen said...

we like to call it the Blogher primer...

7/14/08, 5:26 PM  
Blogger Ilina said...

Oh, I am jealous you get to party with my old friend Crouton Boy. Come drink in NC some time. I promise the moon shine won't hurt you a bit.

7/14/08, 8:47 PM  
Anonymous the weirdgirl said...

Tony says, "Don't look over but Flipper is giving us the bird."

Looks like a blast. See you at BlogHer.

7/15/08, 6:32 PM  

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