Sorry it has taken so long to post my side of the story, but I have been enjoying the beach in San Diego and am now on the road towards Mississippi.
So, this past Friday I finally got to meet some more peeps off Ye Ole Blog Roll. I drove from Sacramento towards the Bay area to hang out with the following:
Jester
Othurme
UMB
I also got to meet Dan, the code-savant, and Celeste, who lives with Jester and UMB.
You can see pics of the first few moments of this adventure at here at Jester's site. I am not sure why I did not break out my camera, but Jester got plenty of pics, hopefully he will post more eventually.
It is always interesting meeting fellow bloggers. You are never really sure what to expect. Liz and I had discussed, in depth, what we thought Jester and Othurme would dress like. Liz had Jester nailed as a khaki pants and sandals kind of guy, but was way off on her belief that Othurme would be wearing at least one article of clothing that was stone washed. I will only admit to being mocked by Jester for thinking he would be more "metro-sexual". Apparently I just came across as stereotyping, and was informed that a homosexual can't really be called metro-sexual. I could only hope that they had secretly assumed I would arrive wearing over-alls with no shirt and driving the truck from the Beverly Hillbillies.
On top of meeting them for the first time, I was actually meeting them at Jester and UMB's house. There was going to be no hiding for these guys. I was going to see all their dirty secrets. I was immediately stunned by the amount of livestock that reside in that one house. There were several dogs, some birds, a couple of lizards, and maybe a cat (I can't remember). I kept waiting for an ostrich to go strutting by the back porch. Apparently they are animal lovers.
I arrived early to go over a web design project Jester and Dan are putting together for me. Hopefully it will be ready and operational by the end of the week, and the whole world will get to see the amazing work they can do. I'll keep everyone updated on that.
Shortly after the nerdy geek stuff was out of the way, Othurme showed up and the real party could begin.
We went to eat at a brewery, since it is known that I am a beer geek and they are good hosts.
Dinner was normal and fun. I could easily see myself hanging out with all these guys on a regular basis. Everyone was funny, but not overbearing. It felt very comfortable and no one was over the top or trying to dominate the evening.
The end of dinner discussion was, "what do we do now?" The options were to go back to Jester's animal kingdom and chill with a few more beers or go to a club that they usually frequent and do things up right.
Othurme quickly voted for the low key home plan and Jester was all about going out to the club. So, it fell to me, the "guest" to decide. Usually I am all about keeping it real at the house. I am not really a loud, dance club type person, but it is a special occasion and I was still on a night schedule. So, I opted for the club. You can acutually see Othurme's real time reaction here: at Jester's site.
The club turned out to be a gay club.
I have no problem with gay people or gay clubs. Hell some of my best friends are gay. By best friends, I mean I know a few. I don't mean "know" in the biblical sense. Seriously, I used to go to a few in Mississippi. It is a little known fact that a lot of hot straight chicks go to gay bars, and you can usually get a really good conversation going before they realize that you are not gay, and are trying to get into their pants.
The bar was about thirty minutes away from where Jester lived. I always thought that you could throw a rock any where in California and it would bounce off a dozen gay bars, but apparently, outside of San Francisco, you have to work for it.
After being at the bar for a few moments I was offended. Not by the abundance of gay people, but by the fact that no one seemed to be checking me out. I easily fall into the "bear" category and I have a self image of myself as irresistable to the gay community. Having lost a good bit of weight recently, I might have lost too much, but I think it was just really a straight bar and Jester was embarassed about hanging out with straight people, so he lied to us about it's gayness. I don't blame him. It must be embarassing to be seen out with a couple of straight guys.
Or atleast a couple of guys in total denial about their gayness.
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Sunday, April 22, 2007
Five Questions (From Jester)
Our good friend Jester was asked five questions, so he was kind enough to ask us five as well.
1. What is your favorite body part and why? Difficulty: Can NOT be a part normally covered by underwear.
This could have been such an easy and obvious answer, especially since I don't wear underwear. But, since I know where Jester was intending with that last part, I will honor the intent.
I am going to have say my "man-boobs". Most men would say this is a bad body part, but I enjoy their squishy, loving warmth. I like to imagine that one day, if I try really hard, they can be as big as Liz's woman-boobs.
2. Describe the circumstances surrounding your first sexual experience. Bonus points for a homosexual experience.
My first sexual experience was not homosexual, but in retrospect, I guess she did kind of look a bit mannish. My first experience was with a younger, but much more experienced lass. She made the first move, then the second and pretty much did all the work. For all the effort she put into it, the pay off must have been dismal. She was dating someone else at the time, and I was actually a friend of that guy. Many years later we would repeat our tryst, and ironically, after having spent several years apart from that original boyfriend, she was now engaged to him. I think karma would allow him a good swift kick to my nards.
3. If you could choose one living celebrity to become friends with, who would you choose and why?
Jack Black. I think he is really funny, and he is really into music. I bet he could get us backstage at all the best concerts. I think it is always a good idea to hang out with someone who is equal, or worse than, your own physical conditioning.
4. If you were told you could only listen to three albums on repeat from your collection for the next two years, what albums are less likely to drive you insane?
Tenacious D (tenacious d). The last question really put me into a Jack Black mood. This is a hilarious album, plus it rocks.
Weezer (the blue album). Rivers Cuomo was a close second to Jack Black. This is probably one of my favorite albums of all time.
Nirvana (nevermind). After being thoroughly disillusioned with Glam Rock. This album made me realize that music was more than just noise and hair spray.
5. You've lived many places.... Which city is your favorite? Which is your least favorite? Write a short paragraph (as if for a travel magazine) selling or dissuading others from moving there.
Missoula, Montana is ,by far, one of the greatest places to live in America, nay, the world. I moved there, for no real reason, after nursing school. It is a college town, an artsy town, and a party town. The University of Montana pumps out a large number of graduates who refuse to leave this small town, this creates a service industry that is second to none. Where else in the world can you walk into a convenience store at 3am and have 2 hour debate with the clerk about existentialism? A beautiful mountain range rings Missoula, offering it a much milder winter than the rest of Montana, as well as, offering a spectacular view.
Tupelo, Mississippi is, hands down, the worst place I have ever lived. "The birth place of Elvis" is their claim to fame, and since that one monumental event so long ago, nothing has ever happened in this town again. If the United States has a butt crack, Tupelo is the dingleberry clinging tenaciously to it's butt hair. I spent six slow, agonizing months working here, it seemed like six years. It is the town that keeps mullets thriving and George W. Bush in office. Yeah, Elvis was born there, but he got the hell out of town as soon as he could walk.
You too can get in on the fun of the FIVE QUESTIONS
Here are the Interview Meme rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
On a side note, I tried to track this meme back through all the links to so where it started. I managed to get back through TWELVE friggin other blogs, before I realized, I did not want to go any further. It took me longer to track back than it did to answer these questions. I was going to link back through them all, but I am too damn lazy.
1. What is your favorite body part and why? Difficulty: Can NOT be a part normally covered by underwear.
This could have been such an easy and obvious answer, especially since I don't wear underwear. But, since I know where Jester was intending with that last part, I will honor the intent.
I am going to have say my "man-boobs". Most men would say this is a bad body part, but I enjoy their squishy, loving warmth. I like to imagine that one day, if I try really hard, they can be as big as Liz's woman-boobs.
2. Describe the circumstances surrounding your first sexual experience. Bonus points for a homosexual experience.
My first sexual experience was not homosexual, but in retrospect, I guess she did kind of look a bit mannish. My first experience was with a younger, but much more experienced lass. She made the first move, then the second and pretty much did all the work. For all the effort she put into it, the pay off must have been dismal. She was dating someone else at the time, and I was actually a friend of that guy. Many years later we would repeat our tryst, and ironically, after having spent several years apart from that original boyfriend, she was now engaged to him. I think karma would allow him a good swift kick to my nards.
3. If you could choose one living celebrity to become friends with, who would you choose and why?
Jack Black. I think he is really funny, and he is really into music. I bet he could get us backstage at all the best concerts. I think it is always a good idea to hang out with someone who is equal, or worse than, your own physical conditioning.
4. If you were told you could only listen to three albums on repeat from your collection for the next two years, what albums are less likely to drive you insane?
Tenacious D (tenacious d). The last question really put me into a Jack Black mood. This is a hilarious album, plus it rocks.
Weezer (the blue album). Rivers Cuomo was a close second to Jack Black. This is probably one of my favorite albums of all time.
Nirvana (nevermind). After being thoroughly disillusioned with Glam Rock. This album made me realize that music was more than just noise and hair spray.
5. You've lived many places.... Which city is your favorite? Which is your least favorite? Write a short paragraph (as if for a travel magazine) selling or dissuading others from moving there.
Missoula, Montana is ,by far, one of the greatest places to live in America, nay, the world. I moved there, for no real reason, after nursing school. It is a college town, an artsy town, and a party town. The University of Montana pumps out a large number of graduates who refuse to leave this small town, this creates a service industry that is second to none. Where else in the world can you walk into a convenience store at 3am and have 2 hour debate with the clerk about existentialism? A beautiful mountain range rings Missoula, offering it a much milder winter than the rest of Montana, as well as, offering a spectacular view.
Tupelo, Mississippi is, hands down, the worst place I have ever lived. "The birth place of Elvis" is their claim to fame, and since that one monumental event so long ago, nothing has ever happened in this town again. If the United States has a butt crack, Tupelo is the dingleberry clinging tenaciously to it's butt hair. I spent six slow, agonizing months working here, it seemed like six years. It is the town that keeps mullets thriving and George W. Bush in office. Yeah, Elvis was born there, but he got the hell out of town as soon as he could walk.
You too can get in on the fun of the FIVE QUESTIONS
Here are the Interview Meme rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
On a side note, I tried to track this meme back through all the links to so where it started. I managed to get back through TWELVE friggin other blogs, before I realized, I did not want to go any further. It took me longer to track back than it did to answer these questions. I was going to link back through them all, but I am too damn lazy.
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