I came. I saw. I participated in the
roasting eating of weenies at the GLBT Weenie Roast . . . even though we were all roasting ourselves on the metal deck of Brooklyn's Cattyshack. Unfortunately I was hungover and mostly spent the time indoors with a couple of
blogging queer friends just trying to stay out of the July sun. What I should have been doing was mingling and making connections with other writers. Instead I sucked down the gin and tonics thinking it was the best way to battle the heat and the hangover.
For those I did meet, so lovely to see you --
Tina-cious;
House of Jero;
The Misadventures of an Adult Onset Athlete;
Confessions of a Southern Boy in Yankee Land;
Rusty's Balcony;
The Lunar Gemini; and
Joe.My.God. We really should have had name tags.
Oh and I took photos,
Ms. Snarker. Even got one of
Ms. McDimple and I. Sadly the rest of the photos are more
banal than salacious.
4 comments:
I agree about the name tags! It was nice to meet you too! :)
So, ummmm... where are the pics?? ;)
i had a lovely time in your presence as well!
Ahh, photos. I’ll even forgive their non-salacious nature. Is the one of McDimple and yourself posted? I must now go pore over them for any latent evidence of debauchery.
I was also at the bloggy meetup but I stayed outside mostly, so did not get to meet you (I've been a reader for a bit now). Oh well, perhaps next time it won't be 4,000 degrees outside!
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