More flow.
ANYway, a very nice lunch meeting, this time attended by around 100 to 150 local bloggers, all eating and having a wonderful time at the funky, urbane confines of one of our local African-art-themed koffiehuizen!
Those of you who missed this event missed a raucous riot of joviality that will not soon be topped in the Magic City!
Okay, so my attendance count might be off a bit. But otherwise, it was just as described. I left a bit early so I could get there and have time to cool off and not be all nasty and sweaty, and took a seat by the door to pass the time. Not a lot of patrons, but it really is a pretty good place, although a bit on the pricey side. I got the roast beef on toasted whole wheat sandwich platter (i.e., chips and something green) with slaw, and it was very tasty. I did just now remember to myself that I was supposed to have gotten a pickle spear. Hmph!
Skillzy showed up as I was ordering, and then Sugarmama herself showed up just a few minutes after that. I was standing by the door and she walked right past me and didn't even see me. Then she continued to ignore me. It made me very sad, and forelorn. Even worse was when she (apparently thinking I was joking about being sick) decided to attempt to give me a hug, and I rebuffed her in no uncertain terms by crying loudly, "UNCLEAN!" Why? Well, aside from being a moron, no other really good reason pops in my head.
We sat down and waited for everyone else to show up and passed the time by talking about the events of the day--what Nicky Preede will do after Scrushy walks; City Stages (now with Ludacris!); teen drivers; driver's license bureau employees; never lie to people on your cell phone calls; "Jug" Twitty--Skillzy was laughing at various media outlets calling him "Jar" Twitty, but I just did a quick search and, sure enough, Jar Twitty is Jug's brother (no word on if there is a sister named Vase); and a discussion of various articles of clothing, such as my stylish silk necktie, brightly colored with geometric designs inspired by the de Stijl movement in Holland. It is loud and clownlike, and most people are not quite sure whether to point and laugh, or whether to look at it pensively and remark about its essential commentary on industrialization and the alienation of man. Then they see me wearing it and understand it is to be laughed at.
Too early, time to go. Walked Skillzy back to the parking deck, then Sugarmama and I walked back almost to City Hall before I had to bid her adieu, and once again loudly proclaim that I was sick and not to be touched in ANY FASHION WHATSOEVER.
And now? Work.
"Needs more flow," as they say.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at June 15, 2005 01:14 PMThat's a very nice and accurate review of our lunch today. It kept me chuckling. My account, on the other hand (published 15 min ago), was short and sloppily written. Though I did mention your tie.
Posted by: sugarmama at June 15, 2005 02:20 PMThank you--you will be well compensated for supplying me my necessary dose of constant positive reinforcement.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 15, 2005 02:25 PMI'm glad all of you had a good get-together--gather the food got a passing grade, then.
Posted by: Stan at June 15, 2005 02:48 PMI'm not the kind of person who is crazy about sandwiches, but theirs are pretty good. I had a pepper turkey on multigrain and both the meat and bread were good, plus they brought me some dressing to put on the sandwich since I am not a mustard/mayo eater.
It's definitely better than eating at Subway or Roly Poly (both a block or two away).
Posted by: sugarmama at June 15, 2005 03:02 PMI'm strangely relieved to hear that Sugah is a hugger.
I'ma be ALL OVER THAT when I meet her.
Posted by: Jett at June 15, 2005 03:13 PMWrong one, Jettster--I'm the hugging one. But NOT on a first date. Or when I have sinus cooties.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at June 15, 2005 03:20 PM