two more salutes to vanity
I started reading Drew's blog One More Salute to Vanity a few months ago after finding it in the West Seattle Blog blogroll. And immediately I subscribed to the plethora of wit and fuh-uh-niness.
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.
Respectable pose.
Everyone say MYSPACE!
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.
Respectable pose.
Everyone say MYSPACE!
8 Comments:
You were interviewed by the Chronicle of Higher Ed? Okay...that's pretty cool.
B: Mah...tah...dor. MaTAHdor. What the heck is a maTAHdor??
Me: It's MAT-a-dor, honey. But way to sound it out.
You couldn't be lame if you tried. Kudos for you with your interview, though.
That's a good way to explain it: that you both know and don't know each other. I suffer from the medical lameness too. URRGG.
I don't know who this Drew person is but you I love and she is not worthy to share booth space with you, my witty friend.
Or perhaps that's just the jealousy talking. *sigh* come to Houston.
PS. Matadors have the best shoes. So does satan. Coincidence?
yeah I've never heard of those higher edumacation people either. but congrats on having a fancy smancy interview. I bet yours was a lot less boring than most peoples!
How cool is that?
I'm pretty sure I'd be retarded to meet in person for just that reason. I'm awkward around people I don't know and just a plain dork around people I do know. Alone? Not so bad. Together? Really bad.
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