surviving a dinner with me, myself and a blog

Friday, March 13, 2009

wrapping up my guest blogging posts this week for me while i'm continuing my new york city domination, is someone that needs no introduction around these parts because if you don't already know of his blog you are just a goof. plus, he does the work for me by introducing himself below - smart man.

This is not Alexa, this is Chris, and I write at Surviving Myself.
What's perfect about me posting here today is that I'm actually going to meet Alexa tonight. It should be fun until she notices that I'm actually an 87 year-old woman named Samantha who sometimes has a body odor problem. Which I imagine she'll notice right away.
Of course I'm kidding about that last part, my name really is Chris.
Tonight is sure to be a mixture of fun, and awkwardness, because meeting bloggers is always like that. It's the only time in your life that you'll be meting a person for the first time ever, and they already know pretty much everything about you.
When you start to bring up a funny story from the past they sit there and say, "Oh right, I remember that" and that forces you to either 1) think of something you haven't posted about or 2) drink a lot more. The best option is really a combination of both of those choices, because then not only are you telling something new, but whatever they say in return you'll think is awesome, because you're wasted.
Not that I'm worried about meeting Alexa, after all it seems like she's funny and outgoing, so everything should be good. Plus she lives in Cleveland, which automatically gives native Pittsburghers like myself an opportunity to make fun of the Browns.
The only odd thing is that because I'm posting for Alexa, she's already seen my thoughts here, so she's probably getting all these fantastic new stories ready to wow me with, and I'll be sitting at dinner tonight like an idiot asking her if she's heard the hilarious tale about my dog (I am a Pun Master!) for the 14th time. So quick, someone give me a story. Preferably involving dirty underwear.
Don't ask why.

27 comments:

  1. Damn you guys and all your fancy meet ups.

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  2. besides being 87 and having body odor, you also have super human eyesight. Maybe im old? i had to use my loupe to read this.

    ok maybe i exxagerated.

    Have a fun meet up!

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  3. People need to start coming to DC! Come on already! It's always NYC or Cleveland or LA.

    We have Obama here. How can that not be enticing?

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  4. Dirty underwear...hahaha

    "At first its constrictive...and then it becomes a part of you" ~Garth

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  5. I was just having that "meeting a blogger for the first time" conversation with a fellow blogger last night. I'm always just waiting for the moment they realize I'm really an asshole. At least my body odor is under control.

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  6. Drink lots and surely you'll come up with a sweet, dirty underwear story involving a black cat, a turkey baster, and a funnel.

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  7. Second Marie! DC's awesome... we have lots of historic monuments, and Obama, and the Obamas' dog, and ME. Not necessarily in that order.

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  8. you think meeting a blogger is bad, try meeting other poets. we write poems about being drunk and getting laid, and then try to meet in a bar or dinner, pretending we don't do this lame, emasculating act in our spare time...and no, i'm not talking about watching Flight of the Concords.

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  9. Lucky you getting to meet Alexa and lucky her to get to meet you.

    I am sure I have a dirty underwear story but I can't think of it. Plus lets face it I would want to use a dirty underwear story for my blog.

    Have fun tonight.

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  10. Rather than do dinner/drinks and make it glory story hour go have a new adventure. Haul out to medieval times or somewhere equally fantastic/ridiculous and see what the experience yields.

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  11. I've yet to meet a blogger. Anybody coming to Minneapolis soon? Forget it, I'd have to find a baby-sitter. Ugh.

    So this one time my dog ate my dirty underwear.

    (I lied, it happens all the time. She's a freak!)

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  12. awww im jealous. chris you better be coming to chicago in june!

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  13. I'm looking forward to experiencing that...bloggers are a cool variety of human beings :P

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  14. Wish I could meet up with a blogger. Any blogger whose blogs I read anw.

    ps. Alexa, how cool are you to have the coolest bloggers around to guest post these days?;)

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  16. Never met another blogger IRL. Perhaps it is because my blog is as boring as I am.

    Whatever, it would probably ruin the mystery for me to meet the person who writes Tales Of A Laundress.

    (pssst...that last bit has to do with dirty underwear)

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  17. nothing is better than making fun of the browns. maybe just someone choosing to actually live in ohio.

    hope you guys have many many awkward beers in your future!

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  18. Bloggers are bizarre.

    You know, in a good way.

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  19. If people start glossing over because they've heard your stories before, that's when you add new parts about you being naked or fighting a police officer. Never fails.

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  20. alexa won't notice the smell...

    why do you think we call her smellexa?

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  21. The other case is if you're a celebrity. Then you really have nothing new to give. Cos not only do they know everything you choose or don't choose to tell, they've also probably seen you naked.

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  22. Just damn!

    I'm in Cleveland! I'm a blogger! How do I meet me some Clevland bloggers?

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  23. It is REALLY that great to make fun of the Browns? Isn't that kind of like kicking a puppy?

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  24. I hope it wasn't awkward when we had dinner together. Except for the part where I touched your penis but you seemed to enjoy that so I don't know.

    TELL ME IT WAS FUN, CHRIS!!!!

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