I recall fondly the days of school where we would bring in something special to show the class. I would labor over what to tell them about it. What to say to make them understand the significance of it.
Tonight… it was kind of like that… only without the teacher hovering over me to make sure I didn’t pull something inappropriate out of my backpack…
Actually I get the feeling that inappropriate sharing would have been A-Okay…
I think that says more about the person I was visiting with than our society as a whole though…
I won’t keep you in suspense… I won’t withhold the information any longer.
After an entire month’s delay I finally got to meet the incomparable Missburrows…
We started off at a brew pub for the Portland Metroblog meet up (where we saw many other lovely bloggers we should all know and love).
and then we had show and tell.
She showed me this lovely gift from Holly and told me about the name tag she made for it. I think labeling items is AWESOME.
Then I showed her the gift Holls sent me… a sonic screwdriver straight from the Doctor Who museum near her home.
I found it amazing that we both brought our Holly love gifts…
So then we talked about Holly. How much we love Holly. How great we think she is. How jealous she must be that we were together in one room.
Then there may have been some maniacal laughter on my end as I rubbed it in by sending Holly an e-mail while I thought she should have been asleep…
er… my bad… she was awake. I was hoping to irritate her in the morning… not right before she slept… I hope she has sweet sweet dreams of not killing me… but that is neither here nor there at the moment since Holly wasn’t actually physically with us…
After hanging out and enjoying the company of our cohorts but not enjoying the loud din of the rest of the pub we decided to make our exit and head for greener pastures.
Well no. Not really. We were just really hungry and wanted so much to eat something tasty… so off to dinner we went.
There was amazing food, great conversation, tears and laughter.
I am so not making this up.
Mr. Kaos was crying into his spinach pie wishing he could extricate himself from the crazy chick conversation… until we started talking about strippers and body piercing… then he decided we were just fine to be around…
But alas the evening had to end. We had to get Missburrows back to her car and get ourselves home to kiss the forehead of our sleeping girl…
Plus? I totally wanted to get home to blog this.
18 thoughts on “show and tell”
How come you get to meet all these bloggers? Are there a surplus of them in your area or something?
thinking the same thing- where are all the manchester bloggers?!!!
Ahhh. So glad you had such a wicked night. And you all look so gorgeous. You must live in a blogging babe hotspot or something. Sighhhh.
Looks like you had a blast, and I love the picture of you all…great photo! Poor Holly…this is SO not the way to get more stuff from her.
I never get to meet no body! Who the hell blogs on the east cost other then me and Sybil? (And yes Sybil – I’m coming to see you this summer!That is a threat. Prepare the family.) Holly I feel for you. That was flat out mean of them evil blogger chicks! hee..hee.
HA HA HA! the joke is on YOU lot, because i secretly wanted the screwdriver and the bear to come together like this!!!okay that’s just weird.actually i’m totally fine with it. totally fine. because i am going to have one hell of a field day with my mistress jo. you on for that my lovely?oh who am i kidding?! how could i fall out with (british phrase =~ have an argument with) you guys? i’m glad you had a good time. :) :) :)
I’ve never met a fellow blogger but when i do I can only hope the conversations includes strippers and piercings.
Ok, to be fair, I did not email Holly a mean email (but if I had had the means to…).Secondly, we also talked about both vaginas AND penises. You forgot that. (Must of been the shock.)Next time, babies, we gotta tape it. :)
If she was I bet it worked. Looks like a fab time was had and I am cursing the day we left Forest Grove. Cursing!
are you going to invite all these fun bloggers to the tiki party? Because I am SO coming to the tiki. And I already told MM that he really needed to come tiki with us, as well…
Oh wait, there’s more…I’m glad I finally closed my mouth in the pictures!andHolly says she is not jealous, which of course means we need to do something that will really make her jealous.
oh for the love of pete missburrows! fine fine fine fine fine! i am INSANELY jealous! you both have incurred my wrath on a scale not seen sense the great bloodbath-in-weight-watchers of a few weeks ago! and you *know* how that ended up! fire! brimstone! all shall rain down upon your very souls for the tragic jealousy that is consuming my being!!!is that better? (warning : may not be true…)
holly: we don’t want to hurt you… we just want to know that you love us sooo much that would could hurt you. Is that soooo wrong?missb: I think I can think of something… we’ll have you over for dinner and let you sit on the couch to record your show.mie: the ones that don’t suckkimberly: I curse that day too. Stinky moving from Portland MetroMissb: we will tape it. and then we’ll put a bow on it.travis: that was good fortune wasn’t it!Holly: the screwdriver did naughty things… naughty… that poor poor bear.bw: I’m fearful for her.Lilacspces: all I want from my lovely holly is LOVEJo: and I am sooo jealous.Lindy, Dan: Portland is the #2 city in the USA for blogging…. we sit right behind Austin.
I feel so…suburban. I want to meet you all! I can be wacky and talk about penises. MamaMilton is my best friend, we’re not afraid of driving to Portland! (Is this sounding too desperate?)Lucky.
stephanie: that’s it. At some point when the evil busy month of March has ended we are have an all pdx/ the couv blog babe get together…and maybe if they’re really nice the boys can come too and hold our purses.
okay, i get you now. and i *do* love you both *that* much. okay. i’m a little jealous. okay a lot. for you girls, i will be very jealous. how could i not be?
Holly: I think I can speak for both of us… I think… when I say we love you too!
I’m not so sure about being a purse valet but I would sit at the bar and make sure the drinks are up to par.-Stu