Puttin’ on the Fritz.
So, this morning I get in my car and brave the Chicago Expressways to visit with some friends at the end of the known universe.
Okay, it WASN”T the end of the known universe, but you could damned sure see it from there.
I was all prepared to give That One Guy a ration of shit for bringing us all to a neighborhood bar three kilometers from the end of the earth, but after I ate, I understood. The meal was fabularious, (a comination of fabulous and hilarious)and I ate, well, a lot. And having met The Other Guy I’ve decided I’m not gonna try to piss him off if I can avoid it. Contagion kept waving his Ball sack around and flopping it up on the table, and his tamer keeper wife kept yanking out hairs up under his kilt to keep him in check. Seemed to enjoy it too. As did he.
Leslie was there, of course, with her travelling companion Peter Weller. A nicer lady in person than even in email, and I only regret I never had the opportunity to tell her how deathly afraid I am of touchy-feely people.
Tammi and Theresa seemed to be plotting the overthrow of another blog, to which I’ll link when the magic moment arrives. (flounder)Oh Boyyyy!! this is gonna be GREAT!!!(/flounder)
I met a lot of other people whose names are already lost, and I hope any of you who visit leave a comment and description and link to your blogs so we can have the chance to talk that the time today did not allow us.
Bloggers are to a fault decent folks. And all in desperate need of psychological counseling. Specially now that they’ve met me.
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So glad you made the journey to (begin echo effect) the end of the earth (end echo). It was great to meet you.
And Fritz does do some great food, don’t he?!?!?!
It was good to meet you, and just sorry we did not get to talk more. Maybe next time…
That’s okay, Og. In that case, I’ll make sure you never have to meet Livey…
LOL!! Well, seems like Aman is keeping her busy anyway. Good for them!
It was a pleasure and a joy getting to meet you.
The pleasure was all mine. And I’m extremely pleased you kept the kilt well furled.
Sounds like a good time.
Get any pics?
Hot kilt action or something? ;)
Kidding. DO NOT POST pics of guys in kilts…
Damn glad to have met you, Og! All future shit stories will be judged and weighed against yours… and they haven’t got a chance, I’m thinkin’.
Glad you made the trip out.
I haven’t even TOLD the BEST ones yet.
Oh, no. You started telling stories, didn’t you …
You didn’t humiliate Ogwife, did you!??
She weren’t there. She knows better. And I wouldn’t do that to her even if I could.
It was great to meet you! Now I just have to get everyone on my “I’ve met them” blog roll so I can visit regularly! It was a bit scary when Peter (Leslie’s traveling companion) said that the bloggers all seemed to be meant for each other. *grin* (well, it was close to that – but it was nearing the end of our long party and so maybe I don’t remember so accurately… *** note to self – remember to bring pen and paper next time)
No paper. No pen. No records. What goes on at a blogmeet stays at a blogmeet. And anyone who says stuff, we can just say they’re drunk. Records and notes are a problem.
So nice to meet you, Teresa.
It was great to meet you og, but I think you had it correct with “keeper” of Contagion.
I’m still laughing about the frog vs convertible story!
I was so great to meet you. I look forward to getting more time to visit with you though! :)
Wish I coulda been there. Well, at least I’ve met Laughing Wolf and the lovely Leslie.
That part about what happens at a blogmeet stays at a blogmeet? Would you mind mentioning that to my crew?
Fritz Stop.
Before I start my post, I would like to take this time to that T1G of Drunken Wisdom for not only organizing, but also hosting Fritzfest ’06. He deserves special recognition for all of his efforts and hard work put…
Vman, you have to have leverage. These folks got to hear some of the stories I won’t blog. The’ll do what I tell them. They’d better.
I’m not a’feared of you Og. I don’t own a convertable and after my scatagory 5 disaster over the summer, nothing else is going to bother me.
You haven’t seen naked pictures of me. Grown men have been known to chainsaw their own heads off. Nuff said?
No, but I have seen Grau in some pretty unhealth kilt accidents. It can’t be much worse. :)
Um, WRONG!!!
Imagine a sumo wrestler with bad skin and patchy mangy hair. And then imagine something ten times worse than that. A couple more steps and you’re there. Even the cat doesn’t want to see me naked. I’ve cleaned up hairballs the size of a billiard ball.
FRITZFEST ’06 – RUMORS AND LIES
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