there was a time when meeting a group of semi-strangers would cause a nervous sweat or a day full of anxiety.
i’d be fine until i started thinking about walking into a room and having to do two things: remember what little i knew about the people there, and “be” the person my blog made me out to be.
after a few meetups, a few chance encounters, and the realization that i’ll never know what kind of person ‘d-blogged’ is to other people, it got easy.
it got effortless.
bloggers are just easy people to meet.
friday we had a meetup that included italian tapas, red wine, sangria, and a lot of talking over a very loud restaurant.
it was a blast.
after a long, long dinner a group of us headed up to a dive bar that promised beer pong and affordable pitchers, and proceeded to act like we’ve all been friends since highschool. if you ignored the nametags i think you’d have been surprised that most of us were new to each other.
you nutcases are so fun.