on tequila! and tattoos
This past Saturday, I braved the rain and the 2 train for a rare weekend trip to midtown. Normally I avoid the area like the plague on non-workdays but I had a damn fine reason to be in the otherwise loathsome (for moi) vicinity: TequilaCon '06.
Several months ago, Jenny of Run Jen Run spread the word that a night out for boozing bloggers was in the planning stages. I was intrigued. True to her word, Jenny followed up a few weeks later with a firm date and an agenda. I was impressed. I can't organize my way out of a paper bag, you see.
Just when I thought Jen couldn't be any more fastidious or detail-oriented, girlfriend hooked me up with a spreadsheet listing all of the invited guests complete with hyperlinked blog URLs. There was even a confirmed guest column! Damn.
Excellent -- and somewhat alarming -- use of Excel, my friend. Next year, just so you know, I expect pivot tables and scattergraphs plotting the blood alcohol level of all the intoxicated attendees. A year-to-year comparison would be ideal if you can swing it. You set the bar high this year, missy, so you only have yourself to blame for this assignment.
At the very successful shindig itself, I swigged several Hoegaardens, wolfed down a veggie burger and flapped my gums plenty. I do believe I left before the hard-core shots were consumed but my jeans got in on the action. Check this out:
Jenny christened my jeans with a tequila pop. Accidentally, of course. And then she hooked me up with this boss tattoo:
My arm is the pasty one on the left. If you're wondering why mine is so faded looking, it's because I wanted to be a badass with a been-there-done-that attitude, therefore I opted for a used tattoo. The idea was that I'm such a badass, I already need a touch up. Hot, right?
Here are some of the fine bloggers I had the good fortune to meet (and my feeble mind can recall):
Photos courtesy of Jenny
Several months ago, Jenny of Run Jen Run spread the word that a night out for boozing bloggers was in the planning stages. I was intrigued. True to her word, Jenny followed up a few weeks later with a firm date and an agenda. I was impressed. I can't organize my way out of a paper bag, you see.
Just when I thought Jen couldn't be any more fastidious or detail-oriented, girlfriend hooked me up with a spreadsheet listing all of the invited guests complete with hyperlinked blog URLs. There was even a confirmed guest column! Damn.
Excellent -- and somewhat alarming -- use of Excel, my friend. Next year, just so you know, I expect pivot tables and scattergraphs plotting the blood alcohol level of all the intoxicated attendees. A year-to-year comparison would be ideal if you can swing it. You set the bar high this year, missy, so you only have yourself to blame for this assignment.
At the very successful shindig itself, I swigged several Hoegaardens, wolfed down a veggie burger and flapped my gums plenty. I do believe I left before the hard-core shots were consumed but my jeans got in on the action. Check this out:
Jenny christened my jeans with a tequila pop. Accidentally, of course. And then she hooked me up with this boss tattoo:
My arm is the pasty one on the left. If you're wondering why mine is so faded looking, it's because I wanted to be a badass with a been-there-done-that attitude, therefore I opted for a used tattoo. The idea was that I'm such a badass, I already need a touch up. Hot, right?
Here are some of the fine bloggers I had the good fortune to meet (and my feeble mind can recall):
:: A Fish on a (Misspelled) BycicleI had a fabulous time and it was great meeting you all. Hope you enjoyed your stay in NY. Here's to TequilaCon '07!
:: Cotters in My Tummy
:: Daughter of Opinion
:: I Hate Kit Kats
:: Internal Monoblog
:: NYC Gadget Girl
:: Oi Vavoi
:: One Child Left Behind
:: Sad and Beautiful World
:: True Blue 4ever
:: And last but not least, the blog-less Vivian
Photos courtesy of Jenny
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