I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I hadn’t even intended to go, but I couldn’t help it–I’m a daredevil, you see.

Hey, stop laughing. When you’ve said some of the shit I’ve said anonymously, you’ve got to have balls the size of Jupiter to actually show up in public to one of these things. Here’s a scaled chart to demonstrate:

It was a fun time, anyway. Here were my first impressions:

Chef Kevin: Reminds me of Paul Giamatti, minus that asinine sarcasm thing. Good storyteller.

idonotknowme: The first guy I’ve ever seen make Brad Carter stop in his tracks. Holy shit.

Morton Malaise: This man is the de facto drinking buddy. Sonic and Tails, that’s all I have to say.

CJ Summers: Exactly as described by others who’ve met him: a laid-back paragon of politeness.

jadedgirl: Very familiar, this one. Distinctly reminds me of the crowd I hung out with in high school.

Billy Dennis: Personable, but clearly more interested in Chicago Cubs games than blogger bashes.

I don’t recall meeting any other new people, though I may have said hello to Eyebrows McGee or a few others. If I were to describe the group with a single word, I’d have to go with “eclectic.” Naturally, that doesn’t tell you anything. Neener-neener.

UPDATE: I did forget one, probably because he left before the party started. PeoriaIllinoisan - Not at all what I expected. For some reason, I always picture what someone must look like after chatting with them or reading them on the internet. This time I didn’t even get the hair color right.