I met my first blogger. Wait - let me take that out a bit. I met the first person (save Kris and Becca) who I've linked to on my blog.
Sorry Brett - you're still at the top of my short list though. Promise.
No, I met Birdie for a drink. Well, a drink for her, two for me. I mean, I am.....me. Her blog info says she's ISTJ, but she's not an I....more like an E. Definitely an E.
I cannot speak for her, but I thought we got along famously. It was fun and the conversation was easy. She was in town for a few days, but this was my only free evening. I picked a nice, but clearly dead place to meet: One Walnut. The four staff members out numbered the customers.
The one we actually asked to do something out of her job description (pouring wine), well, she kind of eff'ed it up.
(small update: I had to repopulate a pic and no longer had my original. This is Birdie's shot - not mine.)
So it's a first for me - the meet and greet. And it went well. Yes, my first, but I think Birdie said it was her 13th blogger meet-up. She's been around. No - not that way. Sheesh.
Song by: the Smithereens