My love is warmer than the warmest sunshine
My linky love page is updated with links to all the Tequilaconners, at least all the ones I have some memory of meeting, which is not saying much because I have a terrible memory, just ask Jessica, whom I didn't recognize outside the Marriott Sunday morning, even though I'd been drinking moonshine in the broom closet with her for, like, eight hours the night before.
Today I'm busy reading everyone else's Tequilacon Tales, instead of, you know, preparing for my class in half an hour, so all you get right now is my one word post-party impressions of people I'd had pre-party impressions of. And yes, I know I just ended a sentence with a preposition, and yes, I'm fine with that.
Jenny: shyer
Dave: duckier
Sizzle: crazier
Colleen: sharper
Neil: older
Sophia: nicer
Hilly: prettier
Dustin: younger
Dan: urbaner
Kimberly: blonder
Karl: weirder
Stories still to tell: how the driver who took me to the airport on Sunday was nearly killed by a rattlesnake — twice; how Sizzle rescued my little pink purse; my time in Detention; what I learned about Jehovah's Witnesses; and how Jack called me while I was in Sophia and Neil's car.
Labels: metablogging, travel
10 Comments:
Finally, I'm on your links page! Ha. I'm weirder than you thought before? Wow, that's really saying something.
I love your simplified impressions of Bloggers. You could make a whole blog out of that.
Interesting. If I had to do a one-word post mortem review of the Sass, I'd have to say...insecure-er.
Which is piss-poor grammar, of course, but not a bad thing. Quite the contrary--it is quite a good and balancing thing.
Which of course proves I hit the nail on the head with Communicatrix.
i am crazier? is this "possible"? ha ha. ;)
And Postmodern Sass would be sassier?
Thanks for the compliment, really. And here I felt that I was looking icky lately so I am flattered.
I like this idea. Would you care if I were to steal it?
Wow I have those exact shoes.
Sass - you crack me up! I've finally gotten some of my pics up.
I am delighted with my urbaner description. Most of my posts are about fieldmice and seedcorn and such, so I am glad I was able to disabuse you of any misconceptions. I did enjoy our chat by the firepit and I guess I'd have to venture that you were, as compared to my expectations, "bootier." In that you were wearing such great boots. What did you think I meant?
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