So, I did it...

I attended a blogger meet-up. Well, with padding, considering the person organizing it is a friend from outside of the blogosphere. Vive came with me. We laughed much, and met up with some pretty normal folk. Of course, funniest conversation:

Vive looks across the table to someone.

"Can I ask you a strange question? Are you a poet?"

Everyone giggles, "We're all poets."

"No no. I mean, did you ever perform at Bossa Nova in Adams Morgan?"

"Yes. I did."

"Okay, I knew you looked familiar. My friend is a poet, and I spent a week with her going to different places."

Early in the day, I was emailing with I-66 discussing why I was cautious about attend a blogger happy hour. I'll just cut and paste what I wrote.

Well, there's a fine line. I'm not much for self-promotion (and not very good at it) and don't really expect that anyone will find my blog well-written and insightful (you know, unless learning about Clarissa is what you're looking for). It's mainly just for the entertainment of my friends. So, if I went, I'm not sure I'd want to say I had a blog. And then, if I didn't, I'd become a blogger groupy. Besides which, I think DC bloggers often pick on a lot of things I write about or are involved in. Who really wants that title? I'm probably over analyzing. I joked to Rob the other day: Did you ever think you'd be friends with an Alabama Conservative in Junior League on LNS?

Truth is, I was curious. Extremely curious and completely impressed. Very glad I went. Although, sitting with I-66, two blogger approached and introduced themselves to me. "Do you have a blog?" "Uh, no. I don't," I responded. "Oh, so you're like a blogger groupy." Then they got to talking to one another again.

I-66 smirked, "I was wondering how you'd field that."
"Blogger groupy," I distastefully repeated.