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Chocolate Cake Faceplant

Published on September 4, 2009 in Made Me Laugh. 0 Comments Tags: bar, black shirts, chocolate cake, chocolate icing, coworker, coworkers, downstairs, drink, everyone, Fall, first night, Friends, front of the line, funny, great time, happy birthday, laugh, laughs, Moment, picnic tables, place, poor girl, rehearsal dinner, restaurant, restaurant staff, sailboats, scenery, staff members, upstairs deck, weekend, wooden staircase.

I was recently in Rhode Island for a friend’s wedding. Having never been to Rhode Island before, I was amazed at how beautiful it was. So beautiful, in fact, that I ended up extending my weekend by an extra two days just to soak up as much of it as possible. It was a fantastic weekend, filled with great times and great laughs.

One of the first laughs of the weekend (and possibly by far the best laugh) came on Friday night at the rehearsal dinner. The restaurant where the dinner took place was situated right on the water where hundreds of sailboats were docked. It was a very large restaurant, with an upstairs deck and a downstairs seating area. Behind the seating area downstairs were picnic tables, firepits, and even a stage. After a round of drinks or two, a bunch of my friends and I took a walk downstairs to check out the scenery. We were down there about 10 minutes when we were told to take our seats upstairs as dinner was about to be served.

As we walked toward the wooden staircase, we noticed about 15 restaurant staff members lined up to go upstairs. They started clapping loudly, and it was obvious that they were heading upstairs to embarrass some poor soul by surrounding their table clapping as loud as possible and singing some dorky ass version of “Happy Birthday.” (If you can’t tell by my tone, I HATE when this happens in restaurants. Especially to me.) As the staff members began to make their way up the stairs, the girl in the front of the line totally tripped up the stairs and disappeared amongst the sea of black shirts behind her. Everyone started laughing since, come on, it’s pretty fucking funny when someone falls. What my friends and I didn’t see at first however, until the poor girl stood up and turned around, was that she had been carrying a large chocolate cake up those stairs, and when she fell, she fell FACE FIRST into the chocolate cake. She had chocolate icing all over her face and down her shirt. Her coworkers erupted in even louder hysterics and everyone within earshot turned around to see Chocolate Face. It was hysterical. I’m not sure if it’s one of those “had to be there moments” – maybe it is, but for shit’s sake I know that I was sitting in a restaurant and noticed that the fucking waiters were coming over to sing me Happy Birthday so everyone else can hear, it would make my fucking day to see one of them bite it and faceplant into what was supposed to be my dessert. Awesome.

Happy Blogoversary!

Published on May 15, 2009 in Blogging. 4 Comments Tags: Adele, Blog, Blogging, brett favre, brooklyn, Byte, coldplay, commuters, Dooce, Friends, gaslight anthem, george carlin, katy perry, kings of leon, leslie hall, mamba, Moment, moment in time, morning benders, motivation, music, music byte, nablopomo, natalie portman, November, obama, Rachael, Rachael Yamagata, rolling stone, romantic moment, sikamor rooney, snl, target, yamagata.

My blog is officially one year old! I can’t believe a whole year has already gone by!! I feel like it was just yesterday that I was sitting next to Dooce in a Brooklyn bar, visualizing what my first post was going to say. Except that it wasn’t yesterday it was a whole year ago and I feel like that person sitting in that bar is a million miles away. I feel like I’ve learned so much in the last year, much of which I can attribute to writing somewhat regularly on this blog. I know I haven’t kept up with it as much as I should have or probably could have, but it’s been cathartic and therapeutic to have this outlet to turn to when the mood strikes. I’m incredibly proud of myself for having stuck with it for this long, and the simple fact that I’ve made it through one whole year just provides enormous motivation to keep on trucking. I’m excited for what the next year of Mambabyte will bring, and I hope that those of you that have come this far with me will continue on this crazy ride. I promise not to disappoint.

With that corny shit out of the way, can you believe what a year this has been? It was the year of Obama, we said goodbye to the great George Carlin, I actually participated in NaBloPoMo, and I got laid off! What I haven’t told you about yet is how I had to cram for one of the hardest tests I’ve ever taken in only three weeks (and I still don’t know whether or not I’ve passed), I was accepted into the Masters program for my dream job, I moved into a beautiful new apartment with two of my closest girlfriends, I’ve reconnected with some of my old friends that I’ve missed terribly and didn’t think I would ever see again, and have started to learn that when you begin to surround yourself with positive people, things, and ideas, positive things start to come your way much more easily than you ever could have imagined. I’m feeling more myself than I have in a really long time, and I know that it is only the beginning of what’s to come for me.

I’ve been celebrating this first blogoversary by browsing through the past year’s archives. I was interested in getting an update on all of the artist’s I’ve featured in my Music Bytes:

• The Morning Benders: “Talking Through Tin Cans” has been released for a little over a year now, and the band is still touring like crazy and even made an appearance at this year’s SXSW.
• Coldplay: Duh.
• Katy Perry: Well now she’s lasted a lot longer than I originally gave her credit for, and while her songs are getting really annoying and I think she sucks live, I’m pleasantly surprised she’s considered “headliner” material.
• Adele: Go girl! Adele’s since won two Grammy Awards, for Best New Artist and Best Female Pop Vocal Performance. Love her!
• Gaslight Anthem: They just seem to be snowballing into bigger and better things, opening for both Bruce Springsteen AND Dave Matthews this year. Holy!
• Sikamor Rooney: They’re still doing their thing and could use some more exposure, so go check them out again and give them a chance!
• Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head: I can’t get enough of these guys, HA! They were featured on Perez Hilton and they’ll be the supporting act for Lily Allen’s North American tour this year. So much fun!
• Rachael Yamagata: Those who love her, love her dearly.
• Leslie Hall: Since this wasn’t technically a music byte, I don’t technically have an update, but it’s still hilarious so go take a look and enjoy a chuckle on me.
• Kings of Leon: Ahhhh, by far my favorite music byte and favorite band of the whole year. They’re just huge. I almost had a heart attack when they arrived on the cover of a recent Rolling Stone issue. I can’t say enough.
• Zee Avi: Her album still won’t be released for another four days, but if you were lucky enough to check her out at SXSW, I’m sure you’ll agree it won’t be long before we hear much more about her.

Make sure to send me any ideas for Music Bytes you might have! I sure as hell can’t keep up with everything, what do you think I look like?

In pure Mamba style, I’ve decided to end this Happy One Year Post by listing my top eight posts of the year. Because I love the number 8. So I picked 8 posts. Out of 71. I don’t think 71 is a lot at all, so I made sure to write that here so next year I can make sure the number is much higher. Anyway, enjoy.

• My Most Romantic Moment
• A Moment in Time: The Best Worst Date
• Why Brett Favre Will Never See My Tits
• The Shoes Don’t Help
• Commuters Are Fucking Crazy
• Justin Should Be A Regular on SNL
• Saturn Has Returned With a Can of Whoop Ass
• Advice: Don’t Try This At Home

Now I’m going to drink right out of the bottle pour myself a glass of wine and congratulate myself on one year of blogging. Thanks to all you fuckers who’ve stuck with me. Air cheers!

Michael Phelps, Christmas Presents, and Public Pooping

Published on December 11, 2008 in Made Me Laugh. 0 Comments Tags: aunt, Blog, Blogging, Books, carbon, carbon monoxide, carbon monoxide detector, choices, Christmas, cousins, description, dull moment, Eli, eli manning, encounter, family christmas party, favorite day of the year, first person, grab bag, hazy, HOT, laugh, Lucky, michael phelps, Moment, MYSELF, order, part, pile, PROGRAM, Santa, Saturday, secret santa, Seriously, Signing, something, story, Sunday, time, today, Twitter, understatement, unisex, unisex gift, vagueness, way, Wordpress.

Ok, so I’m done high-fiving myself. For now. My blog vacation is over. It wasn’t as relaxing as I had hoped but I did manage to get totally addicted to Twitter. Go figure.

What have I been doing? Well, let me just tell you about today.

I met Michael Phelps. (There’s more!) Unfortunately, I can’t tell you the details of my encounter just yet. I’ll explain why later. For now all I have to say is that he seriously looks like Eli Manning. HOT!

My annual family Christmas party is on Saturday. This is like, my favorite day of the year. Seriously. My family is awesome, and there is never a dull moment. We talk loud, laugh loud, eats loads, and drink even more. I learn something new about my family each time I see them, and this is not at all meant in a bad way. Anyway, each year we do a “grab bag.” Basically we buy a $25 unisex gift and pick numbers to see who opens the first gift. After the first person opens their choice, the next person can either steal the gift the first person opened or unwrap a new gift of their choice. And so on, and so on. The higher your number, the more choices you have. If you haven’t been able to follow the rules so far, go here for a better description and GET WITH THE PROGRAM!

Last year someone put a carbon monoxide detector in the pile, WTF? The best part is that one of my cousins actually needed that, so he stole it from my aunt! Lucky her!! Welcome to my family.

I picked up my present for this year’s Secret Santa today and when I tell you there is a great story attached I am making an understatement. Apparently people think I should be keeping this gift for myself, but I’m not really sure. Unfortunately I can’t give you any details because it may ruin it for certain people that read this blog that are also in the grab bag. So, sorry to be so hazy but I do promise to explain. On Sunday. After the grab bag is over.

In order to make up for my vagueness, I wanted to share this with you:

This is just today, people. AND I upgraded Wordpress to 2.7, AND totally fucked it up, AND fixed it. BY MYSELF. All by myself mang!

Back. With a vengeance.

Runnin’ Against The Wind

Published on November 2, 2008 in Mamba Moments. 1 Comment Tags: agony, anybody, anyone, apartment, applause, back, bedroom, bedroom window, beer, blur, cheers, coffee, course, crew, crowd, dash, downstairs, drink, excitement, football, front, frontrunner, gloves, group, guy, half, hangover, house, jersey, Love, machine, marathon, mile, mile marker, mom, Moment, moment in time, Mrs. Radcliffe, November, nurse, NYC, nyc marathon, onlookers, order, pack, paparazzi, paula radcliffe, picture, Pretty, race, rest, right, runners, Ryan Reynolds, shot, sidelines, snap, sport, Sunday, televeision, television, threat, time, U S, victory, witness, year.

Each year, the NYC marathon runs right past my apartment. It’s very exciting, not only because the streets are filled with a more diverse crowd of onlookers, but also because it’s Sunday and it’s November and that means there is another sport to get excited about besides football. I’ll get up early, get some coffee, and stand on the sidelines watching people run 26.2 miles while I nurse my hangover and take pictures of their agony accomplishments. My apartment is around the 12 mile marker, so it was pretty early when the frontrunners came by. I watch them on televeision until I see them about 5 blocks away, then I dash downstairs hoping I’m faster than them in order to snap a picture.

Last year, I was not. I didn’t make it in time so I snapped a shot from the bedroom window:

That’s Paula Radcliffe in the front, with the white gloves. She ended up winning the marathon last year.

I almost missed them again this year, but was happy to snap Mrs. Radcliffe at the same moment a year later:

(That’s her in front, again, with the white gloves.)

She ran the last half of the marathon like a machine, pulling far enough ahead of this group to have no threat whatsoever to the victory. I felt excited to have shared such a miniscule moment in time with her, and felt proud to be able to witness it live.

The guys came a little while after the ladies, so I was able to get a more decent shot of them:

The frontrunner here is from the U S and A, but if you look at the guy in the back of the pack in the yellow jersey? He wins. Pretty awesome, right?

They are running so much faster than you could ever imagine if you are watching the race on television. It’s almost like there is a blur behind them they are gone so quickly.

As exciting as it is to watch the fastest runners pass by, it really gets exciting when the rest of the crew catches up. 39,000 runners pass my house during the course of about 3 hours, and the cheers and applause and excitement is enough to make anybody crazy inspire anyone. Seriously.

Congratulations to all of you that may have run in this race, or knew anyone who ran in this race. It is truly a feat and the ultimate test of endurance, and I applaud anyone who can achieve a goal that large.

I feel disappointed in myself. Not because I feel like I need to get in shape and train for a marathon, but because I didn’t have the patience to play paparazzi and sit outside scoping out Ryan Reynolds.

To celebrate them, I’m going to drink a lot of beer, eat until I burst, and watch some football. After all, that’s what Sundays are made for, right?

Music Byte: Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head

Published on October 14, 2008 in Music Bytes. 1 Comment Tags: album, apartment, bedford ave, beer, Blog, Blogging, chick, comic relief, crazy person, crowd, debut, drink, drinking beers, embarrasment, emergence, favorite songs, fear, full length, gay blades, good music, lead singer, lounge, mercury, Moment, music, music byte, natalie portman, neon clothing, pleasure, record release party, release parties, review, rooney, seattle, sikamor, sikamor rooney, synth bass, tour dates, village voice, williamsburg, youtube video.

Yep, you read that right, folks. That is the actual name of an actual group. Not only do they have a quirky name but they also have a really cool, quirky sound. You may remember way back when I told you I had the pleasure of seeing these guys perform at Sikamor Rooney’s record release party. And while it may have been a night intended for Sikamor Rooney, it was clear that these guys stole the show.

I have to admit that when the five of them took the stage I was a bit skeptical, but it could have been because I was practically blinded by the amount of neon clothing I saw them all wearing. They hail from Seattle, and even though they claimed it was their first time ever in NYC, I could’ve sworn that they walked right off Bedford Avenue in Williamsburg. As soon as they started playing, the crowd went wild and it was nearly impossible for me to stand still. I was overwhelmed with the need to dance my ass off, and jump up and down screaming for a band I’d heard about forty seconds of. As I looked around me I noticed that I wasn’t the only one; everyone was into it. I remember feeling relieved that there were a lot of other people making total fools of themselves. It was FUN.

Here’s one of my favorite songs of the night, “Sophisticated Side Ponytail.” I feel the need to point out that the girl, Clare England, is not the lead singer of the group. But her emergence from behind the synth bass was super refreshing and a healthy dose of comic relief:

I agree with the Village Voice that there really is only so much of these guys you can take, as I learned the hard way by listening to the entire album on repeat for three days after seeing them. However, I think they’d be good to have in your pocket in case you ever need to liven up a boring party or you want to dance around your apartment should you be so inspired. Of course, if you have the opportunity to see them perform live you will not be disappointed.

Their debut full-length is titled “Glistening Pleasure“. They say it’s “because it glistens and is very pleasurable,” but I like it because it reminds me of an old friend of mine who always pronounced words that started with “l” like “gl.” It makes the play on words that much funnier to me.

To become friends with Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head you can go to Facebook or MySpace. To read their blog, go here. If you want a little background on them you can go here. Unfortunately they don’t divulge how they came up with that awesome name, so if anyone has any theories or insight, please post them in the comments.

I’m Really Serious This Time.

Published on September 7, 2008 in Life As We Know It. 0 Comments Tags: anaesthesia, ass sex, avenue q, bar, beer, black mamba, Blog, blogger, Blogging, blue smoke, Books, brett favre, broadway musical, brooklyn, carmine, chick, chip shop, Comedy, current situation, drink, drinking beers, drunk guy, first game, food, football, football fan, Friends, fun stuff, funny, gay blades, giants stadium, good time, good tv, great friends, juicy details, kick ass, marathon, mercury lounge, Moment, music, music byte, nasty ass, natalie portman, notebook, ny jets, one saturday, parking lot, pencil, relationships, scene of the crime, sex on stage, Signing, silence, story, tits tits, turnstyle, TV, tweets, two and a half hours.

OK, ok, I know. A month goes by with no blog posts. The only thing that’s been updating on this site for the last month are my Tweets. All 1.7 of you are extremely disappointed. I’m sorry. I’ll be a better blogger starting…..now!

…Or maybe tomorrow. There’s some really good TV on tonight.

If you’re thinking that I’ve just been lazy about blogging rather than just being busy and not having any time, I am here to tell you that you’re probably right WRONG! Here are some things I’ve been doing instead of blogging:

1. Attending Sikamor Rooney’s record release party at the Mercury Lounge. Also playing that night was Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head (yes, that is the band’s name), and The Gay Blades. All three bands were Super Awesome, and a music byte will be following soon for each.

(Souvenirs)

2. Going back to the scene of the crime by heading to the preseason Giants vs. Jets game at Giants Stadium. This will also follow with a blog post, but for now let’s just say that once I sat in the sun drinking beers for a couple of hours, any worry or nervousness I had about getting arrested for trespassing melted right away. See?

3. Spending a ridiculous amount of money lot of time in a veterinarian office for a cat with an injured paw. I won’t bore you all with the details by following this one up with a blog post, but I have to tell you, watching your cat come off anesthesia while trying to figure out how to walk with a bandaged paw and see around the satellite collar offers hours of entertainment. Can’t you just imagine?

4. Going to see the staggeringly funny Broadway musical Avenue Q. I can’t remember the last time I laughed continuously for two and a half hours, and I feel so much closer to my mother now that I’ve sat next to her as we watch muppets have fucking nasty ass sex on stage. There’s nothing more liberating, let me tell you.

5. Eating at Carmine’s, Blue Smoke, Roy’s, and the Chip Shop. I don’t usually eat out this much, and my ass is starting to remind me of that fact. Time to get back on the Wii Fit.

(Chip Shop)

6. Buying the awesomely huge mug you see below as a souvenir. It seriously fits an entire 12-cup pot of coffee in it. My mornings have not been quite the same since.

7. Being able to see the NYC Waterfalls. Twice.

8. Exploring new music genres by going to the record release party of Brooklyn Academy’s “Bored of Education.” I had a great time, thanks mostly to the Sparks girls for feeding me free cans all night long. They even gave me slap bracelets! Hello? How sweet is THAT?!?

9. Getting the most out of the last couple of weeks of beautiful weather by sitting in McCarren Park watching the neighborhood do the same. Check out the awesome Great Dane I always see chillin’ with his dad:

10. Sitting on my couch for 36 hours this weekend watching nothing but the Palladia channel, which apparently is a new HD channel that plays nothing but live music from festivals both old and recent. It’s like how MTV used to be, when all they played was videos and you never wanted to change the channel for fear that you might miss whatever might be playing next. Except this is in HD and it’s live AND they only play a commercial like once every 30 minutes and it’s a 1 minute ad for the Christian Children’s Fund. This channel is hypnotizing, and as a bonus I’m burning off some of the calories from #5 by dancing in my apartment living room.

As you can see I’ve been kinda super busy which is why I haven’t blogged in a month, but I know there’s no excuse. So to make it up to all of you I thought I’d share a little taste of what happens to Mamba after a few too many glasses of wine. In this clip I’ve been trying to take four quick pictures in a row and “vogue” in a different position for each, but apparently this time I clicked the button for “video” instead. Do not ask any questions. I do not know why I wanted to do this. Remember what I told you about the wine. And enjoy:

Be back soon.

Why Brett Favre Will Never See My Tits.

Published on August 7, 2008 in Mamba Moments. 2 Comments Tags: attempts, beer pong table, Blog, Blogging, brett favre, drunk guy, excerpt from, first date, first game, football, football fan, football game, football legend, giants stadium, good time, Moment, ny jets, parking lot, pussy, super bowl, tits tits, traded, turnstyle.

Yes, folks, this post is about my tits.

All day long I’ve been hearing and reading about how Brett Favre has been traded to the NY Jets. This news is bittersweet for me. On the one hand, as a new football fan, I am excited about the idea of such a football legend descending on a NY team, especially a team like the Jets. (They need it, they’re cursed. Plus the GIANTS WON THE SUPER BOWL!) On the other hand, even if I wanted to hit up a Jets game to watch him play, I couldn’t.

Why, do you ask? Well, I thought I’d let my younger self explain this one. Here’s an excerpt from one of my first attempts at blogging:

“T…I…T…S… September 26, 2005″

So there I was…my first Jets game..my first FOOTBALL game for that matter…Giants Stadium. The day started out wonderfully. I was ruling the beer pong table in the parking lot, even beating the retarded wasted drunk guy that came and demanded to play winner…he was a self-proclaimed sociopath, so you can imagine what I was dealing with here…needless to say I beat him, beat him pretty bad too…it was fun. So we go into the stadium, get our seats and a beer, and proceed to begin enjoying the first half. Which, I must add, I was thoroughly enjoying, even though I admit to not being the biggest football fan…it was a good time. So halftime comes, and my friend and I head over to the turnstyle, where there are at least hundreds, possible closer to a thousand, people standing around…mostly dudes. My friend had warned me prior to coming, that this is what they do…tell me if you’ve heard this…they single out a girl hanging around the turnstyle and they start chanting “T..I..T..S…TITS TITS TITS!!!!” and they won’t stop until you either flash em or walk away. Needless to say I got picked out, and instead of being a pussy and walking away, I gave em what they were asking for….why not right?? I mean, listening to them boo you for NOT doing it is WAY worse…. Well, that was all fine and dandy until afterwards, like 30 seconds afterwards, I got tapped on the shoulder by some fat fuckin security guy who makes me go with him. He drives my friend and I down to the “dungeon” where I got arrested and ejected from the stadium (for good). WHAT A LOAD OF SHIT!!! All in the name of a little T..I..T..S….a great day ends like that. Whatever, I don’t regret doing it, I’ve heard mad girls do it with no repurcussions…so why did I get singled out? Who knows….whatever….fuck em.

Yep, ladies and gentlemen, I was THAT girl. I might even still be THAT girl, I don’t know. All I know is that all day long I’ve been reminded of that day. And even though I got arrested, I got off pretty easy. I guess I was lucky, or however you want to look at that. I guess I can hope that Favre will still be around when the new stadium is built, when I can finally try watching another football game. No flashing this time though.

Oh, and PS – If any of you are wondering why there are no pictures posted of this Mamba Moment it’s because I don’t have any. Rumor has it, though, that you can catch a glimpse of this EXACT incident on a certain Real Sports with Bryant Gumbel. But you didn’t hear that from me, and no, I won’t tell you which episode.

UPDATE: I did find a picture from that day. From the moment itself:

Caution: Meeting Dooce May Light Ass On Fire

Published on May 15, 2008 in Blogging. 2 Comments Tags: Blog, Blogging, Books, Dooce, Moment, Signing.

Dooce, Mamba, Blurb

I’ve been trolling the blogosphere for about eight months now, ever since I stumbled upon Dooce.com. I’ve been itching for my own blog. My own voice. My own website. I’ve spent countless hours reading blogs, learning different blog platforms, playing with design, basically doing anything I can do not to actually start writing and publishing on the internet for the world to see. I would like to blame my procrastination on the fact that I wanted to become an “expert” on blogging before actually starting to blog, but the reality of it is that I’ve just been plain chicken. Last Wednesday, though, that all changed.

I had read that Dooce would be setting up a book signing at a bar nearby. I decided that I wanted to go. And then I didn’t want to go. And then I did. I’m terrible at making decisions. On the one hand, I could decide not to go and then I would get to stay home, as usual, and spend the evening making up reasons why I have not yet posted anything. On the other hand, I could go and meet this woman who has made me laugh out loud at work on more than one occasion, and maybe something about meeting her would light a fire under my ass to go home and get to it already. This internal debate lasted most of the day. In the end, I decided to suck it up and go.

We walked into the Soda Bar, a bar that looked more like an Antiques Roadshow Reject Auction than anything, complete with hundred-year-old wallpaper reminiscent of The Shining. There were a few locals lurking near the bar for their $3 pints. If you don’t know, a $3 pint is a really good price in this area of the U S and A. No sign of Dooce. I had already warned DB that I would need a little liquid courage before actually saying hello, so we got our own $3 pints and headed to the back where I was hoping the butterflies in my stomach would at least try to stop making me so nauseous.

As soon as we entered there she was, in a small circle of people, all with their pints and their books, looking like they were having a grand old time. DB kept telling me to get over there, that it was probably going to get crowded, and each time he mentioned it I took a bigger gulp of Stella. I watched the line start to get longer and longer, and finally stood up to get in line. It seemed like 10 years in that line. I asked for a new pint before I had finished the first (need to be prepared!), made small talk with the woman behind me, and then it was my turn.

As she stood up to shake my hand, I was amazed at how tall she was! More importantly though, I was amazed at how calm she was, and how genuinely flattered she looked that people had come to introduce themselves. She really looked like she was having a good time, as did her husband, Jon. I did notice that they had opted for bourbon rather than the pints, so that may have had something to do with it. I wanted to tell her that I admired her for having the courage to be herself. I wanted to say that she has inspired and motivated me to stop talking and start doing. I didn’t say any of that. I choked. I mustered up enough courage to ask for a photo (see above – there is another but I don’t think she would appreciate me posting that one) and was able to get out some warbled combination of “Thank you for making me laugh, and I think what you’re doing is great. Oh, and your daughter is absolutely stunning.” I’m hoping I didn’t sound like too much of a douche.

I’m glad I decided to go. Not just because I met Dooce, not just because her and a few featured authors signed my copy of her book, not for the $3 pints, and not for the night out. I’m glad I went because I realized that the only way to get this blog rolling, is to ACTUALLY GET IT ROLLING. So thanks, Dooce, for lighting a fire under my ass to sit down and start blogging. Oh, and the addition of “lovely” in your signature seemed extra special, even if you probably wrote the same in everyone’s.

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