Love, American Blogger Style

A weekend in Savannah just isn't complete without Cockroach, Lizard, Sphinctree and Angry Fowl. No, those aren't nicknames. They're just a sampling of the local flora and fauna. Our first annual B-List Blogfest has come and past, and I sit here in my quiet dirty dining room, reflecting on a weekend hard to characterize by my tired mind. Meeting Wordgirl, Arabella, Mrs. Harridan and Teebs was an event I'll never forget. I remember thinking (and probably saying too many times as a result of my nervous, excited chatter), that it was like being on a first date that was going really well. I just knew I was gonna get lucky at the end of the night. Well, maybe I shouldn't take that analogy too far, considering I was sharing a bed with Teebs. She keeps insisting she's shy, but that girl has no problems hugging, entertaining, or otherwise ingratiating herself to people she's only known in the flesh for less than an hour. Why do these weird innuendos keep coming up. Ack! Coming up! Make it stop. We just slept!


I'd like to do a blow-by-blow (I just can't quit with these, just pretend you don't notice, please) of the weekend so that you can understand how fulfilling it was for me to meet these women that I've admired from afar for the last year, but I think it'd be like dissecting a joke. It just wouldn't do it justice. So let me give you some tactile impressions: Mrs. H has gorgeous thick hair that I wanted to stick stuff in and see if she would notice; TB's skin is incredible - Buffalo Bill would have killed and skinned her first and foremost in Silence of the Lambs; Arabella smells delicious and I wanted to cup her in my hands and whisper secrets into her perfect little head; Wordgirl's striking beauty left me speechless and Teebs and I giggled about it behind her back because she made us feel like pre-pubescent 7th graders who hadn't got their boobies yet. Now do you see? No? Okay, here are some pics...

Reservoir Dogs? America's Next Top Model? You decide.

Get your hot fresh dead hee-yer!

Look, kids! A tree gnome!

Can someone get this girl a goddam pedicure?

I'd like to thank the four of them (you, if you're one of them), for making this trip everything I could have hoped for. As I told T before I left, I didn't want to have any expectations, lest they be not met, but if I had any they would have been met/surpassed/put to shame. Thank you all - can't wait to do it again next week! Or next year, really, but I think I'm ready for another vacation already...