I’m okay now. The last vestiges of hangover, body fatigue, and gastrointestinal distress have faded away. But because I’m just that rock and roll, I’m having a drink right now as I write this.
I won’t recount what exactly went down at BlogHurl 06. Because the details are fuzzy? Because our lawyers said it's best not to talk about it until after the trail? Because I’m a lazy arse? All of these things are true. Instead, I offer a few pictures and a few personal messages.
Kris - You are all kinds of awesome. Exactly what I expected; exactly what I hoped. We’re going to come visit you, and then we might never leave. I'll sleep in your tub, Sarah can fit under the sink. Who makes a better pillow: Bug or Cricket?
Mike – Good to see you again. Thanks for being the only one with enough wherewithal to actual put something up at Wasted Time last night. Nobody barfed, but you ensured that our event was at least partly faithful to its name.
Kelly – We talked for a very long time and I don’t think I said a single, coherent sentence. I’m sorry. I was fucking schmammered, and not really working with my A material about then. Despite that, it was still great to meet you.
Jorge – Thanks for hosting this, dude. And thanks for not following along when I was like, “People would find it hilarious if we started to make our right now…”
Nat, Brad, Phung, Phung’s Friend Who’s Name I Don’t Know – Sorry I did get down to that end of the table. I think I was too busy being incontinent.And now the photos:
A picture taken seconds before we all tossed back a WhyNatte. Why is there no After photo? Because absolute fucking chaos had descended.