Bumping Into Bloggers
Sunday is a day for hangovers. I suppose Saturday can be too. But I didn’t drink copious amounts of booze last night. In fact I didn’t even have a drop. What I drank a lot of yesterday was coffee.
In about two hours I had two steaming mugs of Ethiopian (two different kinds), a shot of espresso, and I took a 20 ounce brewed coffee for the road.
This was all down at this amazing café in Scranton, Pennsylvania. For those who are wondering, the Wilkes Barre-Scranton DMA is in the same 51-60 bracket as Albany-Schenectady-Troy. Anyhow, I realized it would probably be a while before I made it back, so I had best try as many things as possible while I was there.
Bad idea.
My heart didn’t explode, but after arriving home I had a total caffeine crash and passed out on the sofa after dinner. When I awoke from my brief post-meal nap, I had a pounding headache, and could not even attempt to sit down in front of the computer to write today’s post.
So instead of something interesting about wine, today is a brief post about local bloggers.
Earlier in the week, I was doing some evening writing in a local café. I had at least two posts to write, really I had wanted to do more. When I had finished my first post, a very large group came into the quiet corner where I was writing. And it’s not as if they were loud, but I was ready to have a change of venue as I began to tackle the second post.
One of the employees at the café apologized (large groups like that are supposed to reserve a room well in advance) but I explained how it was a good thing.
When I mentioned that I was writing an article for my blog, she confessed to being a blogger too. This woman was none other than Rosey Rebecca herself, who you may or may not remember from my post on things that are just too damn big. I didn’t realize this until just now, but the post from that link was also written in Rosey Rebecca’s café.
I ate a lemon poppy seed cupcake and drank a few mugs of green tea. She and I were able to talk a bit about blogging and food, but she was slammed with that big group. Next time I’m there, hopefully we’ll talk more.
Then on Friday I had lunch with Albany Jane and Little Miss Fussy. That was planned. It had been far too long since we’ve shared a meal together. She wrote the whole thing up here, and it includes some cute pictures of the little one eating all kinds of foods.
I loved Ala Shanghai and had two more cupcakes at Sweet Temptations, a white one with white buttercream and a red velvet one with cream cheese frosting. I thought the white one was the bees knees and much better than the red velvet. But the red velvet was really nicely chocolaty, and had that rich dark red color I prefer.
Friday night I went to a new member dinner at the temple my family just joined. There, just by chance I sat next to a woman who was not just a reader, but a blogger as well. And not just any blogger mind you, she was Leah from Noshing Confessions. Looks like she and I will be spending a lot more time together in the months to come. Which I couldn’t be more excited about.
That’s three bloggers in two days. It also happened to be three cupcakes in two days. Usually I don’t see any bloggers or eat any cupcakes, so this was a banner week.
Hot damn there’s a lot of estrogen in the blogging pool.
And c’mon. You know LMF and I were way more headache inducing than any group – EEEEEYYYAAAHHHH CAAKKKEEE COOKIES CUPCAKESSSSSS!!!!
Crazy man drinking 2 cups of Ethiopian and 1 shot of espresso.
Caffeine makes me uber productive, uber perky and more obnoxious than usual, while simultaneously making my hands shake so hard I cannot type. Plus the munchkin doesn’t sleep either, which is a whole other complication.
Finally: I want red velvet cupcakes. And Hello Kitty cookies. Just sayin’.
Takes 5 minutes to open a blog. It’s is no different than posting on MySpace, except people figured out how to be self-hosted, or moved to a blog farm that wasn’t as tainted as MySpace (say wordpress.com or blogspot.com). Blogger is not really something I would advertise anymore, it’s just something you do. Meta-blogging is really when it’s a slow Wednesday :)
Wow – to me, that’s incredibly synchronistic and magical!
People still look at me and roll their eyes when I say I blog, if I’m game enough to tell them!
But for you to tell people AND discover fellow bloggers… Heaven… pure Heaven.
Luck and butterfly kisses,
mwah!