it was my first time to meet up with blogger friends and their blogger acquaintances/friends last Monday. i was pretty excited about it, but about 2 hours before the set time, i fell asleep. so suffice to know, i was late for the meet.
as soon as i woke up though, i showered faster than you can say ‘wakey wakey eggs and bacey’. when i checked my closet for what outfit to wear, alas, i remembered i had just taken all my dirty clothes to the laundry shop early that morning. and because i’m a bit on the lazy side when it comes to sorting my laundry, i let about 3 weeks worth of clothes pile up on my hamper. all i had left to wear were business casual clothes and some LBDs. what i chose to wear was totally inappropriate for bar-hopping. so suffice to know, i was overdressed.
i got to the meeting place an hour late, but not everyone was there yet. i met wonderful people, some funny, some a bit on the serious side, some rather candid when opining (which i found refreshing btw), and some just the regular lot. the entire time we were there though, i just wanted to eat. i hadn’t had dinner yet, i didn’t even have coffee which i always have as soon as i wake up. because i was in such a hurry to get to the meet, i hadn’t taken anything. not even water. so suffice to know, i was famished.
i didn’t want to order dinner at the place they chose, because i wanted persian kebabs for dinner. when i crave for something, i’d rather not have anything at all if it meant having to eat what i want in a few hours. so all i had during the meet was a pitcher of lemon margarita, a pitcher of cosmopolitan and a few nibbles of crispy pata. i think i had a pitcher too many. so suffice to know, i got smashed. hard.
and by the time the group was ready for dinner at my favorite persian kebab place, i couldn’t think, talk or walk straight. i fell asleep while waiting for my short order. when the food came, i took out money to pay for my share of the bill, and upped and hailed a cab. i didn’t even eat my dinner. i was home in 10 minutes, and fell asleep on the couch still wearing my shoes and jacket and still clutching my purse. so suffice to know, the group must have thought i was some weirdo or psycho or something.
nearly everything went wrong for me that night, and if i could have a go on the same day again i definitely would. like that movie groundhog day, where you re-live the same day over and over until you get that day right. in my ideal world i’d be able to do that. but i don’t live in my ideal world now do i? so suffice to know, i’m still racking my brains out over this unfortunate event.
but i’m still amused by what happened. i’m glad i finally met these people whose blogs i’ve been following for more than a year now. i’m relieved that i instantly felt a connection to these people and didn’t have to stumble to look for common ground with any of them. so suffice to know, it was still one helluva night.