I can’t apologize enough for my terrible posting skillz. Bad Becky. (Anyone wanna spank me?)
But even worse? That I don’t have a real post for yinz. Work has been wild in a good way, personal life has been fulfilling (even though I totally didn’t bang that hot bald and goateed guy on the plane…while it would have been phenomenal to join the mile high club, I really am not a whore. Damn morals!), but that means my internet life has taken a back seat. For that I am truly sorry. Because I made some incredible friends in Philly, folks I want to read and have read me.
But right now? Now i have just returned home, fed the dogs, thrown the big red ball and I’m out the door to pick up K & B so that we can watch the hockey game. Tonight is the first night the Penguins take on the much hated Flyers. Should be a great, physical game. Which starts entirely too soon…I am so not ready. Ugggghhhhhhhhh!
GO PENS!!!
As most of you know, I was in Philly over the weekend to put skin on the blogging internet friends that I have made. It was wonderful, but all the driving and tequila and lack of sleep kinda wore me out. When I arrived home late Sunday I didn’t sleep well, then I pulled an all nighter on Monday night to ensure that my laundry was done and I was ready for a trade show in San Antonio. Didn’t do much but sleep Tuesday night, drank A LOT of tequila on Wednesday night and had to be on an early morning plane Thursday to get me back home. All of that is to say that my little blog got away from me and I didn’t post any of the photos that drunk girl took Wednesday night after returning from the Riverwalk and all of those margaritas. Hopefully better late than never still stands…
(I bought that hat after touring the Alamo. Love me some cowboy hat! Anyhow, sorry that the damn cellica phone takes such crappy photos. I promise that I will try to find my camera’s battery charger.)
I am in San Antonio for work until early Thursday and I am too whupped to really write a post today. Certainly there are a shit ton of things to talk about, mostly all the fond memories from TequilaCon that are still floating in my brain, but seeing as how so many others are recapping the festivities so well I will just apologize for giving you this little “hi!” and running. So, Hi!! (and Sorry!)
Oh wait! I have to tell you a quick story that cracked me up. My coworker and I are working the trade show reception hard on Tuesday night. we do the whole Divide and Conquer. So here we are, meeting lots of great contacts, kicking ass and taking names, when he comes up to me all pissy like. Immediately I ask what is wrong and he says he is mad at me, but “we’ll talk about it later.” Oh fuck no. You got an issue with me buddy, we will straighten that shit out now. Right. Now.
ANYhow, we step aside from the crowd and it turns out that his issue was that every time he reached into his pocket for a business card to hand to a new contact he was pulling out one of the condoms that Avitable gave out in Philly. We both burst out into hysterical laughter and went back for more new people. So thanks for the smiles, Adam. I’m glad I took your condoms. (And so is the little boy at the gas station when I was on the PA turnpike. When I went to pay for my gas I saw one and said, “Hey, if someone gave you this at a party, would you take it or tell them to fuckoff?” He got a huge grin and said that he’d love one. Of course at that point I told him to keep Avitable’s condom, to use its lubricated goodness in good health and to check out Adam’s site. Maybe a new reader?)
Several Marker’s Mark bourbon and ginger ales after the coworker condom incident and I was back in my room, finally sleeping for about 11 hours straight. Thank God! I’m off to shower, see the Alamo and get my trade show booth set up.
Wow, lookie up there. I did sorta post up there. Wahooo!
I am to be on an early morning flight to San Antonio for work. There is laundry to be done (although contrary to what Adam might tell you, even the spin cycle doesn’t make me excited for laundry) and packing to be completed (read as “started”). Yet what have I done all fucking night? Read blogs and Twats. Yep, “wasted” my night with laughter at all of the internet friends that I was finally able to put skin on.
So much of me wants to write about our adventures in Philly, but I really think you need to go digging around for stories yourself. Like a scavenger hunt. Doing so myself has brought me to laughter filled tears several times tonight and I haven’t even gotten to half of the blogs of the folks I met at TequilaCon. Sure, part of me knows this is a copout, but the other part knows that a) these fuckers are much funnier than I am, b) I gotta get some shit done around here before I am out all week traveling and c) I sure as hell don’t wanna be the one telling stories that I shouldn’t be tellin!
Start here and be sure to make jumps from the comments: nycwd, poppy, adam, britt, karl, hilly, shiny, black belt momma, jen, dave2, metalmomma, shelli, finn
How about I am already looking forward to next year’s West Coast adventure. Bring it on. Just so long as I don’t have to room with Karl. (Maybe by then I will know how to get Frankie Goes to Hollywood’s “Relax” to play whenever I write about Karl’s late night adventures.)
I wonder if now that I met these people in “real” life, now that I have hugged them, broke bread with them, raised many a glass with them, if now I can officially refer to them as “my friends” and not have people I have known for years think I am crazy. Like Popeye I am what I am, but it really should not have to do with my love of my internet posse. Sweet, sweet posse. hehe…Hilly has ruined me on that phrase. And I love it.
P.S. I am curious if any TequilaCon participants made it out for Margaritas on Cinco or if enough was enough…
EDITED TO ADD: Ok people. Seriously. If you don’t go to Karl’s to read his pee your pants recap or over to Adam’s to watch the video that includes a mighty might penis being whipped out into my face or over to Dawg’s place to read about the Avitasuite or over to Britt’s to see photos, then you can all suck it. This is funny, funny stuff here people!
I managed to whack about 45 minutes off of the drive back to Pittsburgh from Philly, although I almost got popped a few times for speeding. Thankfully there were a few assholes driving even faster than I was so I somehow didn’t get pulled over. Of course I had been given specific directions to simply show my boobies in order to get out of tickets. Does that shit really work?
Regardless, today was rather exhausting so you still aren’t getting a “real” post from me. I didn’t get back to my room until about 3 in the morning, then of course I had to play on the internet for a bit when I got back to my room. Snoring prevented me from getting the best rest possible…also gave me a slight sore throat. Fortunately the laughter first thing in the morning helped cure that.
Which reminds me, I can’t wait to read Karl’s recap of TequilaCon. My friends, the man was so funny that night. Stories will come out, be ready. (Also? I will be forever grateful that he didn’t throw up in my vehicle.)
Oh, on a totally completely different note, I have to say that one of the many highlights of my trip was meeting Lisa. She is funny, outgoing and pretty much everything I imagined her to be. Most of all she was strong and brave, exactly the reminder I needed this weekend. Her hubby was on camera duty and this photo is from Lisa’s collection. Thankfully the photos of us with our exposed breasts smashed against each other’s didn’t make the rounds yet. Yay!
I can’t stand it anymore, I need sleep. This week will be a bear with more travel, but I should have plenty of time to start writing real posts again.
Night.
What kind of dumb fuck doesn’t bring a camera to an event like TequilaCon? Yeah, that would be me. Dammit. There were some amazing moments that I have in my brain (and forever immortalized on twitter), however I am so sad that I don’t have em on film. Well, not that anyone uses film these days, but you know what I am getting at.
Thankfully just about everyone else had cameras. And iPhones. Hopefully they will all tag their Flicker photos so we can all enjoy the pleasure that was Philly’s 2008 TequilaCon.
Quick highlights of this weekend:
- laying in bed with Britt and Adam, while Hilly took photos
- Hilly falling and crotch elbowing Adam
- meeting a bunch of awesome bloggers
- Hilly licking a monkey tattoo onto my boob
- Karl walking into a wall
- Karl whipping out cock AND ass about an hour ago
- seeing how cute Poppy and Dawg are together
- the horse drawn carriage ride around Philly with Karl, Hill and Britt
There are tons of stories, but seeing as how it is almost 3:30 and I need to go see whatever Jester posted from the phone calls, I will talk with you again tomorrow.
xoxo
(This photo was from towards the end of the party…Britt had a bunch of drinks and needed a nap. Apparently my boobs are comfy.)
Fuck blogging today.
(I’m gonna heed her advice and not “really” post today. Just know that we are having fun and that I laughed so hard at one point that I almost peed Adam’s bed. Yep, a good time was had by all. Just please don’t ask who would sleep with their own grandmother for ten million bucks, Ewww!)
I am so thankful that Friday is here. This week is one that I will never forget. There is no way that I can properly convey my need for a weekend away.
Good news is Friday is here. I will feed the dogs as usual around 6 or 6:30, then pack up the boys and schlep them to their socialized play kennel. (What a blessing that place is! Both of my boys get to play with 15 other dogs all day, exhausting them for the night in doggie jail. I am grateful that they aren’t locked up in a small box 24 hours a day.) Return from dropping them off and empty out the vehicle. Gotta shower and finish packing, then hit the road by 8:30. Directions are already printed. Look out Philly, I will be on my way.
Karl flies in around 2 when I arrive (and since I totally crush on Karl I am picking him up at the airport…wheeeeeeee!), Britt and Adam are in around 3, then Hilly finally gets in close 5:30 or so. At that point the drinking may really begin. My vehicle is large enough so I will be doing the airport runs. It will save folks on car rentals or cabs, plus Adam has graciously volunteered to be our designated driver so that my drunk ass doesn’t have to worry about a DUI. (Thanks, Adam!) Cross your fingers that I won’t drool all over Karl all night. 
Othurme and Jester and Winter want drunk dials. They made the mistake of giving me their phone numbers. My phone needs a breathalyzer as it is, them asking for calls is downright wrong. Although Turnbaby, Killer, DVD and Fabby will probably all suffer as well. I love the drunk dial. Especially at inappropriate times. Sorry in advance. I know not what I will say. xoxo
Looking forward to sharing stories with you. Looking forward to taking half nekkid photos to share with you. I just hope that I can survive the weekend in order to get to San Antonio in one piece next week.
OH! Speaking of surviving, I went to Benihana with Twinkle Twat and a great friend Thursday night. Just sat at the bar (so that we could watch the Penguins game…how the fuck could they have lost without even scoring one goal? uggggh!) and had sushi while drinking too much. Those girls are so funny that it was easy to concentrate on the fun of the night. They make living like living instead of just surviving another day. Even if our hot bartender wouldn’t fully go along with Topless Thursday. We threatened to come back for Take Your Pants off Tuesday. He encouraged our behavior. Although I gotta admit, his stomach makes me desire Topless Thursdays the most. Even though he is only 31 and I typically desire older guys, I could enjoy eating M&M’s off of his chest. yum…
P.S. I leave you with this thought. I am sharing a room with Hilly and Britt. All that femininity in one room, snuggled together. Keep that thought. Photos to follow…
Happy weekend. Thanks for being here for me. You are loved. Yes, you.
As I mentioned in Wednesday’s post, I’m exhausted. Emotionally and physically. Took everything I had to go to work Wednesday. Thursday won’t be easier. Good news is that I will be driving to Phillyfor TequilaCon on Friday. I am hoping that partying with all of those awesome bloggers will help me feel better. Honestly, I thinking that TC is precisely what I need.
But I really didn’t feel like taking photos of me this week. So instead I give you one of my amazing friends, a man who I truly adore. He loves to lay out in his back yard all nakey and I think this photo is pretty damn perfect for a half nekkid thursday. Enjoy!
Tuesday was one of the craziest days in recent memory. Please know that I am not talking about good and fun crazy, I am talking about work and personal life blowing my fucking mind to the point that I don’t know what is up. At this time I am not at liberty to discuss too much, but a few things need to be said:
I am loyal to those I love. Fiercely loyal. God help the one who hurts those I love.
Do not cross me or get in my way when those that I care about need to be protected.
While I am not quite 37, and do not claim to have all of the answers, I still have a little wisdom.
As much as I want to choke loved ones who are do not doing things the way I would, the fact remains that I certainly can respect decisions made that aren’t the decisions that I would have made.
When the pieces fall, I will be one of the first to arrive with a broom to gather all of the remnants.
Until everything your way falls apart, please only expect of me what I can give. I have my personal limitations.
(I am exhausted from crying and need to go to bed. Don’t worry about not commenting today, I know that I am being a tad cryptic with today’s ramblings. I have to be, at someone’s request. Know that I am sad and scared and concerned and overwhelmed, yet honored that I was brought into a situation where I will do all that I can to assist. Praying for me and those involved in this situation would be appreciated.)
My dear sweet bright futured woman, you are loved. NO MATTER WHAT. No. Matter. What.
I am still wearing my shades, because I truly feel that your future is that bright. I love you.
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