There was a bash. Or a blogger thing. Or a blogger bash thing. I can’t quite remember.
Could someone please turn off the lights, and bring me a big glass of water and five Tylenol (one for each pint of stout)? Thanks.
Actually, and very strangely, I awoke the morning after RMBB 6.0 with a clear head. Apparently the Wynkoop’s stoutmeisters have developed a method for creating hangover-proof beer. God bless ’em.
Anyway, a good time was had by all. Well, by me, anyway. DavidJ was there, sans the alleged fiancee. Off Colfax was there, albeit absurdly late with some irrelevant whine about having to work, and so while I was able to fund him for the beers he was owed, I didn’t get the opportunity to explain how the November elections were all a complex Rovian plot still in motion. Roger Fraley was there. The Lijit gals were there, flogging their blog search product and handing out t-shirts. Stephen Green, looking healthy and happy, made an appearance and told our delighted group that his health is much improved and he’s doing really well – hallelujah! A whole bunch of other people were there, but I don’t remember their names. Sorry, guys ‘n dolls. See previous paragraph about five stouts.
I had a good time telling the Lijit people horrible lies about all the other bloggers; if Tara was edging away from you and looking scared, Random Bash Attendee, that was probably my fault.
It was fun. I’m looking forward to 6.5.