Meeting bloggers in person can be awkward because you both know but don’t know each other. Especially when the other blogger is uber-intelligent and sits next to people with head shops in their purses. I didn’t know what “head shop” meant so I googled it. AT WORK. So to negate the not-safe-for-work results of weed paraphernalia, I immediately googled, “hat shop.” Riiight. I was just looking for a fedora, not a glass bong shaped like Homer Simpson.
I have a lot in common with Drew. Like Drew, I was also interviewed by the Chronicle of Higher Education, only I had no clue who these people were (hint: VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE) and how many people actually read the magazine (second hint: EVERYONE). So in my regrettable interview, I came off as a idiotic writer-wannabe who blabbed to all those who read academic periodicals that my boyfriend at the time was a jerk. My boyfriend and I broke up but I still say idiotic things. It’s like what Tupac Shakur said, some things will never change. That’s just the way it is. Two more life lessons from Tupac: 1) how to make a dollar out of fifteen cents and 2) California sounds a lot cooler if you pronounce it “Californ-i-a.” Tupac and the Chronicle in the same paragraph? Gold star for me!
We had drinks at Matador where we were squished into a table so tightly packed that I could hear the woman next to me ask her date, “What’s a matador? Is that a devil?” The hell? Yes, honey. A “matador” is a devil. Because Satan wears sequins.
I’m glad I met Drew because she is just as funny in person as she is in writing, whereas I suffer from a medical condition called lameness.
Everyone say MYSPACE!