This past weekend was lots of fun for many reasons, but particularly, due to the fact that yesterday, I met the one and only Guinness Girl! She was in NYC for the weekend, so we'd made plans to meet up for brunch. I was very excited for this, as I love her blog and generally think she's awesome.
I was. however, a bit nervous, too, for a few reasons (the genesis of them being that I am insane):
First, this was my first "blogger meeting," and I didn't know how these sort of things went. Should I have held up a sign with "Guinness Girl" written on it, airport limo driver-style? I decided against it. Furthermore, if Dateline has taught me nothing else, it's to assume that pretty much everyone on the internet (myself included) is a creepy child molester. (Please note: Guinness Girl is not. Nor am I.) Finally, I was fearful that we would have nothing to talk about (I don't know why I thought that, but still), and then it would be like this bad blind date I went on once, where the guy and I literally had nothing to say to each other, to the point that I, out of sheer desperation, actually said, "So...I like candy! Do you?!" and then he and I went to a comedy club where the comics made him the butt of their jokes while I actively prayed for my own death. But I digress, because this time, I had nothing to worry about...
For Guinness Girl is, in fact, awesome.
I arrived at the restaurant, and told the hostess who I was there to meet. Unbeknownst to me, I was the first one to arrive (a rarity for me). The hostess then asked me what Guinness Girl looked like, so she could try to find her. I said, "Um...curly hair, pretty...I've only seen pictures, so I don't really know." She smiled at me conspiratorially, and whispered, "Ah, blind date?" Shortly after I was mistaken for a lesbian, Guinness Girl (and her fun friend, whom I shall clevery dub Fun Friend) arrived.
We had an absolutely lovely time, and the conversation flowed like the delicious cocktails that we consumed. She now knows many future blog topics, however, so GG, please act surprised when, at some later date, I discuss my middle name, how J and I met, and the inevitable post where I ramble on about 30 Rock and Weeds, and why everyone should watch those shows.
Furthermore, Guiness Girl gave me a most awesome gift--a copy of her Haiku-prize CDs! Woot! J and I have been listening to them in the car since yesterday, and they are fantastic. (First runner up; Suck it, -R-! :))
Here's a picture of the two of us at brunch:
She is the radiant looking one on the left, and I am the thing on the right that looks as though it belongs under a bridge. (Note to self: OPEN YOUR EYES!) Not my most flattering shot, but my journalistic principles compel me to display proof of our meeting nonetheless.
All in all, I had a lovely time, and GG-- I wish you lived closer! There is, however, one thing we did not discuss, and that is the fact that the nice man at the table next to ours appeared to be wearing a shirt made entirely of red bandanas. Did you notice this as well?!
Next -- The baby blog-nickname contest is now over. After reviewing all of your comments related thereto, it seems that people were quite taken with the Toopweets option...who knew? Consequently, after much consideration, I think I'm going to go with that one, because you all appear to like it so much. Henceforth, my kid is Toopweets Smedley on this blog. (As I'd mentioned earlier, these were by far the two weirdest names in our baby name book, and we referred to our kid by these names while I was pregnant with him. Yes, he has a real chance at normalcy with us as his parents.)
Inasmuch as these were the names I had mentioned, however, I am still left with a brand spankin' new Burt's Bees prize to give away.* So...new contest: I was cleaning out my (atrociously overstuffed) bag yesterday, and do you know what I found? A SOCK. That's right; it was a single, random, black trouser sock, just hanging out like it belonged in there. I have no idea how it got there, or how long it'd been there; I guess I should be thankful that it's at least mine. And that I didn't inadvertently pull it out during a meeting. But the complete randomness of the lone sock inspired the new contest:
Tell me the strangest thing you've ever found in your bag/wallet/manpurse. You have until Wednesday night. Weirdest and/or grossest thing gets the prize!
*If you're curious, by the way, the prize is Burt's Bees Almond Milk Beeswax Hand Creme. Which is amazing. I thought I should mention what it was...you know, in case you have an issue with almonds. Or milk. Or...hell, even hands, for that matter. (Personally, I hate the word "creme" spelled thusly, but this stuff is so good, I've gotten over it.)
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I was promised a copy of the cds before the contest even began, so take that! Are we having a blog feud (a "bleud")? If so, awesome!
PS Still waiting for my answer about the cinnamon dolce latte. Will I like it if I am not a huge fan of cinnamon? I realize I could send you an e-mail, but I am lazy. Thanks.
R fails to realize there is a perfectly good solution to this cinnamon latte question, and that is to make H order one and try a sip. What, H is too manly for cinnamon latte?
Oh. Sorry. This was supposed to be about your post, not about R's comment. I get distracted sometimes.
Glad to hear the blind date went well!! And shut up both of you with your weird complaints about that picture. You two are adorable.
I've got an awesome sure-to-win item found in my backpack once, but in the interest of letting other people win the cool prizes once in awhile, I'll refrain.
Don't you LOVE GG? My boyfriend asked me if I had a "woman crush" on her because after we hang out it's all I talk about. To which I said, "It's girlcrush, asshat. And yes."
Aww, you guys are lucky! I want to meet both of you. Glad to hear you had a good time, and it is totally like a blind date meeting another blogger.
As for the weirdest item found in one's purse, a friend gave me a Harry & David pear a few weeks ago, but I didn't want it just then, so I chucked it in my purse. Several hours later, I reached in there for my wallet and got a handful of (very, very juicy) pear that had been punctured by my keys and assorted pens. I didn't eat it, you should know!
It's always weird meeting another blogger for the first time. It IS sorta like a date, as in "do I look as good as my pictures? is my hair looking funny?"
I'm not entering the contest, but I do want to report that I just now found two tubes of Clinique Almost Lipstick purchased in 1997. I should probably clean out my purse a little more often.
You two are too freaking cute. That is all.
Oh wait and I am also very jealous.
Aww, you're awesome, too, Metalia! I already can't wait for next time we hang out - which much be longer than one brunch worth or time. xoxoxo
OMG. How did I miss the bandanna-shirt man? I totally would have had to make fun of it in what I deemed a low voice but actually which all the restaurant's patrons would have heard, so it is perhaps lucky for you that I did not notice him.
As for the strangest thing I've ever found in my purse...hmm. I'm not sure I can beat Nabbalicious's pear story. Must think on this.
R -- A blog feud? Never! That's not how I roll...unless, of course, you WANT to be in one, in which case, then we are...beyotch!
So sorry about flaking out on your question...The Cinnamon Dolce Latte is not, in my opinion, overly cinnamon-y. It is, however, incredibly awesome. If you want to give it a shot, my suggestion would be to tell them to leave the cinnamon off the top. Let me know if you like it!
Stefanie -- Excellent suggestion! Though I tried making J order the new White Hot Chocolate at Dunkin' Donuts this morning instead of coffee. Because, you see, I wanted my regular coffee, and just wanted to *taste* the white hot chocolate. My plan did not work.
Steve -- Oh, that's just not fair. C'mon, tell us!
Christine -- Indeed, I do love GG!
Nabbalicious -- Hey, I want to meet you, too! And I shed a tear over the loss of a Harry & David pear; I absolutely love their fruit!
Cagey -- HA! That is EXACTLY what it's like!
The Other Girl -- Um, you may have just inadvertently entered yourself in the contest with that comment; 1997, you say? And TWO tubes?!
Heather -- Aw, thanks!
Guinness Girl -- So glad you had as much fun as I did!
Bandanna Shirt Man was sitting diagonally across from you; I would've pointed him out to you, but we were sitting so close that I feared he would hear me. Though his shirt was incredible.
Shut UP! You're both gorgeous, and I, for one, am jealous. Also, I know the BloggerFear, as I am having one IN MY HOME for an entire weekend this weekend! (Schnozz, of Schnozzfest, to be specific). However, my excitement almost beats out my trepidation and bald terror of unclean kitchen floors.
Oh, GG is good people. Seriously, if any of you live in the New York area and she's in town, make an appointment.
I'm way too neat and orderly to have anything but a very boring wallet, I'm afraid.
Just checked my wallet & found: University ID from 1995 (seriously, why do I still have this, much less carry it around?); 4 band-aids (all different brands, including one shaped like a frog); giftcards to Staples, Kohl's, Bed Bath & Beyond & Borders (none of which I had any recollection of); AND a tiny manila envelope with Johan Hedberg's autograph (goalie for the Pittsburgh Penguins back in 2000-03) on it & a green satin swatch from a bridesmaid's dress purchased in 1999 tucked inside.
The sad part is, I generally think of myself as organized.
Of all the blogger meeting stories, I think "the one where they were mistaken for a lesbian blind date" will always be my favorite.
What did you tell the hostess? "No, it's not a blind date. We read each others' blogs."
Alas, I am a compulsive purse-changer and have drilled down what I carry to so little that there is nothing weird or mysterious in there.
That said, I think that toopweets dot com would be an excellent domain name.
While going through my old work bag, I recently found a yellow Post-It with a crudely drawn stick figure, house and shiny sun on it. I wonder who might have drawn that for me. Probably some former co-worker who is a far better writer than she is an artist.
~Dan
I can't think of anything great that's come out of my own purse, but I'll share the story of a friend. She had gone for a massage, decided afterwards it was too much trouble to get completely dressed, and stuffed her bra into her purse. She stopped at a convenience store for something on the way home, put it down on the counter, got distracted by some impulse item nearby, pulled her wallet out of her purse without looking, laid it down on the counter, and then finally looked up to see the clerk staring at her with a strange look on his face. She looked down and, of course, her bra was wrapped around her wallet and laying on the counter. At least it wasn't her Mildreds. Hee!
I came over to your blog by way of Yvonne at Joy Unexpected and normally I'm just a lurker and never comment but I had to tell you my gross purse find. Over Christmas I pulled out a purse I haven't used in about 6 months to bring with me to a party.I just threw my wallet and keys and odds and ends in there and left as I was short on time.While there I went to pull out my wallet only to encounter a sticky smelly brown substance.It was McDonald's Sweet and Sour Sauce packet that over last summer I must have thrown in there while going thru the drive-thru with my 3 yr old daughter. And forgot about. Strangely it didn't appear to be rotten but it had formed a congealed gel all over the bottom of my purse. I don't use that purse anymore and in the future will be throughly checking all purses before usage :)
Oh and just to be clear I threw it in UNOPENED to take home after the guy gave it to me. Wouldn't want anyone thinking I threw it in opened because I'm paranoid that people will think I'm even weirder than I already am.Lol.
I was cleaning out my wallet and found, wrapped around an old insurance card:
A yellow post it note from a guy I dated 13 years ago, which he had stuck to my apartment door one weekend while I was on a trip. The ink had worn off, for the most part, except for his signature: Bryan. Let's just say my friend Cindy and I had nicknamed him "golf boy" for working in a golf club gift shop. We fondly remember finding that note asking me to NOT break up with him. And all the mispellings. I tell ya, she and I haven't laughed that much in a LONG time.
Totally gross: when I was a junior in high school, a friend of mine put a fetal pig in a ziploc bag and hid it in the top shelf of my locker (where I could not see it, being certifiably short).
Or you could go with the note from another high school friend that I found in my wallet recently that reads:
This note serves to transfer to Abbersnail all rights to "Chewbacca's Pants" in exchange for one gum-covered penny.
Chewbacca's Pants, it should be noted, was the name of their garage band. Their top hit? "C is for Cookie," from Sesame Street.
oh MAN. now i really have to think about this. there's GOT to be SOMEthing.
and i love your choice for your son. it's funny, cute and it means something.
For a very long time i had that thing the OB's use to tie up the bellybutton on a baby, tucked neatly in my purse. I think I wasn't really sure what to do with it. I wanted to save it but had nowhere to put it, so on it traveled in my wallet.
I found a bra and socks in my pocketbook, the odd part, neither were mine. I don't know who they belonged to, I think the socks were my neices, though how they ended up in my bag, no idea. the bra, I threw away.
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