As Athenae said after dinner at Mandina’s last night, “We should really go back to our room. I’m too old for this.” We’re around the same age, and she’s right. The four-day social bender is best left to the twenty-somethings; I have to make it to middle age, much less past it. Welcome to the jungle, kids, live ‘er up. The blogger spawn present at Saturday night’s geek dinner don’t know what’s in store for their young exuberant selves. Heheheh.
Speaking of Geek Dinner 3, everyone was at dangerblond’s but Mr. & Mrs. Humid City. Loki withdrawal was addressed the next day when I helped the lovely couple move for a few hours. Prepare for a future geek dinner at their new and very welcoming space. Still wasted from the long, long weekend and I want to hit the sack, so here are shout outs:
* A big sloppy kiss to the dangerblond bombshell for opening up her home and turning the hospitality amp up to 11
* Hugs and kudos to the First Draft Wrecking Krewe for giving of their time, muscles and emotional energy. Continue to keep us in your thoughts, prayers and activism. Getting to know most of you on an individual basis was great (as was finding out that Athenae and I have a good mutual friend back in the Mad-Town). Also, I may have lost my husband to Mike in the latest instance of long-distance BFF to come out of one of these events.
* Hoots and hollers for seeing my blogger buddies and their spouses, partners and friends again, as well as meeting more of you in real life. Thanks for your food and drink, and letting me know that my chana masala still rocks the Silicon Chef competition. Our brand of Hindus considers it a sin to sell food and can only give it away, so cooking for friends is more than just a culinary exercise. It’s spiritual, like soul food, a concept Cousin Pat and Gentilly Girl seem to get.
Without further ado, Maitri’s Geek Dinner 3 Photo Gallery
If you need me, I’m in bed alpha-waving to a Aqua Teen Hunger Force rerun and these thoughts running through my head.
… That’s for everybody who has story fatigue, who no longer gives a damn, who can’t be bothered, who throws up his or her hands and says it’s just too hard, let’s go back to napping in front of the cable shows. That’s for all of it, for the way we failed each other. But that’s also for the Krewe pictured above, who could have taken a beach weekend instead of a bug-scaring excursion. That’s for everybody who donated money so we could rent a car and take pictures, that’s for Spocko who sent filter masks for us to wear and for dan mcenroe who sent respirators, and that’s for everybody who lives here and continues to live here, continues to read, continues to care. That’s for everything that’s right amid so much (so much we’ll be talking about it nonstop in the coming days) so very much that’s wrong.
“Speaking of Geek Dinner 3, everyone was at dangerblond’s but Mr. & Mrs. Humid City.”
Does that mean I don’t get to come to the next one?
everyone = everyone i know from this blog in real life.
And, no, I prefer you remain elusive, adds to the Hammhawkian mystique (Just kidding!)