Important Update: Monday 1:15PM — Before you read any further, I have been reminded by a friendly caller from the Los Angeles area that I have called HER as much as she has called ME, and that this post is completely one-sided. She is right. OK, now continue:
Important Update 2: When Sophia called about the lizard in the garage, she just wanted to tell the story. She never asked me for advice on how to capture it or to insinuate that I should do anything to help her — other than look on the internet and google “lizards.”
I am going to get in so much trouble for this post, so be nice and don’t take sides. These are more philosophical questions than anything else.
When a married couple separates and moves 3000 miles away from each other to “get some space,” is it really appropriate for the female party to call twice a day and then get upset if the male party would rather chat with some blogger than play online backgammon with her?
If a man is walking in Manhattan enjoying the sites and he gets a call from his separated wife 3000 miles away that there is a “lizard” in the garage, what the hell is he supposed to do? Take a flight home to kill it?
If a man buys a webcam at Radio Shack (on sale!) thinking he might “communicate” with his separated wife 3000 miles away on Saturday night, is that wrong?
Other than that, I’m doing pretty good. I forgot what being with myself all the time was all about. Well, myself… with my mother cooking dinner. OK, I know that is hurting my sexy quotient with some of you, so let’s just keep the information about me living here with my mother for the summer very quiet… at least until BlogHer is over. From now on, I will refer to her as “the older hipster/roommate who was written about in the New Yorker magazine.”
On Saturday night, I went into “the city” and met a group of really cool bloggers — Miss Britt, Karl, NYC Watchdog, Poppy Cedes, Cissa Fireheart, and hellohahanarf, as well as some strange overly-friendly guy we met walking on the street who ended up coming to dinner with us and hitting on both Karl and hellohahanarf!
I always find it so much fun to meet bloggers for the first time. Sometimes, they are more shy than their online personality. Other times, it is the complete opposite. It is always the one who writes the knitting blog who ends up standing on the bar stool, waving her blouse in the air. Unfortunately, nothing that dramatic happened on Saturday night, other than someone kissing that strange guy we met on the street. The New York heat was oppressive, so we didn’t want to walk too much (Note to visitors: come to New York in the fall, spring, and winter. Avoid the summer! This is when everyone leaves.) We ended up in a karaoke bar. It was a decent place, but the contigent from Florida was insulted that they charged two dollars just to sing a song.
Welcome to New York City!