These Freaks Know How to Party
I think Spinoza said that…or George Clinton.
At any rate, I went to the DC Bloggers Happy Hour last night and WOW. Just wow. My “It feels like sepuku when I drink so I’m not going to” went RIGHT out the window as I met all kinds of people who I read regularly and tossed back shots and beer (there was nary a green tea to be found and even if there was I probably would have added rum) with a reckless abandon.
What a crew. You don’t even know. I don’t care if you’re reading this in Western Iowa or London, England; your scene’s got nothin’ on the DC Bloggers scene.
It was borderline surreal at times to see someone that I’ve been reading for…well, in some cases over a year and know so much about them but have to say “Hy my name is…” And what can I tell you? These people are the best. They are genuine. They look you in the eye and listen to what you have to say and have no pretension about them. To everyone I met (you and you and you and yeah you, too) last night all I can really say is;
Thanks, I needed that. Having been a bit limited medically and mentally of late, I’ve been laying low. But for last night I was out and about and I let it all go. I wasn’t depressed or “trying”. I was just…me. It felt GREAT to just be me. No worries, no depression….I heard myself laugh and felt myself smile and it fucking rocked.
I’m thinking of a housewarming/thankkgodit’sfinallyspring party in a few weeks when I get settled in to the new place…who’s bringing the SoCo and Lime?