meet and greet
So, despite my continuing battle with the Consumption,* I made it to the Feministe meetup the other night. ...an hour late, but I made it.
Y'all, we have to do this kind of thing, this face-to-face thing, more often. It was wonderful to meet everyone. I got to make new local friends (hi!) and there were a bunch of people I wish I'd gotten to talk to more. The conversation careened around from the political to the laughing at funny stories to the "who's your favorite troll?", and it was just--coughing aside--a grand time with good folks.
As it turns out, the lovely Jill is actually even nicer and more fun in person. And sort of astonishingly well-dressed, which seems to run in the family.
I think the best part? When the gang of sketchy guys, prodded on by a creepy bartender, showed up at the table to hit on us. They had no game, my friends, and it was hilarious. La Filipovic kindly sent them on their way with Feministe business cards, wishing them well in their endeavor to learn something, and they were utterly lost.
All in all? The sort of thing we-all ought to do more often. I know I've got Portlanders reading here. We could troublemake on a regular basis. It could be gold.
And then I'm headed to New York, one of these days, to harass all of you over there. Brace yourselves. I plan on having my health back by then.
*For serious. I spent the whole night coughing into a handkerchief like Doc Holliday and drinking hot things with cloves in 'em. There were jokes about me passing daintily away any minute.
Y'all, we have to do this kind of thing, this face-to-face thing, more often. It was wonderful to meet everyone. I got to make new local friends (hi!) and there were a bunch of people I wish I'd gotten to talk to more. The conversation careened around from the political to the laughing at funny stories to the "who's your favorite troll?", and it was just--coughing aside--a grand time with good folks.
As it turns out, the lovely Jill is actually even nicer and more fun in person. And sort of astonishingly well-dressed, which seems to run in the family.
I think the best part? When the gang of sketchy guys, prodded on by a creepy bartender, showed up at the table to hit on us. They had no game, my friends, and it was hilarious. La Filipovic kindly sent them on their way with Feministe business cards, wishing them well in their endeavor to learn something, and they were utterly lost.
All in all? The sort of thing we-all ought to do more often. I know I've got Portlanders reading here. We could troublemake on a regular basis. It could be gold.
And then I'm headed to New York, one of these days, to harass all of you over there. Brace yourselves. I plan on having my health back by then.
*For serious. I spent the whole night coughing into a handkerchief like Doc Holliday and drinking hot things with cloves in 'em. There were jokes about me passing daintily away any minute.
Labels: feminism, metablogging
posted by little light | 7:25 AM
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I did not know that, Anonymous. Thanks. I don't control my feeds, but I'll tinker with it.
Best of luck with that consumption, Little Light!
Still jealous.
Please continue to feel better, hon.
And don't forget that you're also coming to SF one of these days.
Piny
SO nice to meet you in person, Little Light! Hope we can do it again sometime.
Piny, you'll be the first person to know once I've got a trip planned. Either way, I'll probably be in the area Marchish, but. We'll see.
I'm working on the not dying, anyhow.
Jill, it was an utter pleasure. I'm sure we will.
We seriously need to do this every month or so. That was one of the more awesome nights I've had of late. Oh, gotta question for you, Jill: did you pay for that sandwich? 'Cause I don't remember doing it...if so, next time you're in Portland dinner's on me.
hells yes, come to NYC!
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