Tequila!

I booked my ticket to Portland but after Episode #55 of Lost a couple of weeks ago, I've got to admit I'm a little frightened about travelling there. On the other hand, if I end up trapped on an island with Josh Holloway for three years, well, please don't feel obliged to rescue me.

The Tequilacon (ahem) conference is being held at the Kennedy School, which is not so much a school as a microbrewery.

Dave of Blogography is making us lanyards, because, as Jenny says, it's not a reputable conference if you don't have a lanyard. And as you can tell by the name, Tequilacon '07, this is a serious blogger conference.

I'm staying at the Marriott in downtown Portland. Because, heck, I'm worth it. And because it's only for one night.

Some of the bloggers on the list are known to me, at least virtually, and I am looking forward to meeting them in person so they'd better show up! That means you, Neil, gallivanting across the Pacific Northwest, flashing old ladies. And Jenny, whom I almost met when I was in Chicago a year ago. LSL, Ms. Sizzle, Karl of Secondhand Tryptophan, and Colleen the Communicatrix, who says while in Portland she might just get stinking drunk and buy a crapload of books. There's my kind of broad. So's Hilly, who's been emailing me to arrange Saturday's pre-drinking drinking.

Then there's Colin, who I don't know but who, according to his blog, A Fish on a (Misspelled) Bycicle, is in love with a girl who doesn't exist. I wonder if her name is Jackie.

There's Ashbloem, a Knit Girl like my friend Maria, with blue hair who likes Swedish music. If there's karaoke at Tequilacon, maybe she'll sing some ABBA with me.

Jessica wrote recently that she was thinking of pulling the blog plug. I hope my new shoes have given you a reason to keep living. If you're my size, I'll even let you try them on tomorrow.

THIS JUST IN: Neil Kramer just called me. Yes, on the phone. Yes, that's right, I heard his voice. And nothing, ladies and gentlemen of Tequilacon, can prepare you for his accent. He may live in LaLaLand, but he's got Brooklyn in his soul.

My first Tequilacon story is here.