I have a list on Twitter in which I keep a running tally of all the internet people I have met. This list now contains 156 people. That bears repeating: this list now contains 156 people. 156 people I did not know one year ago, who I met on the internet, who live all over the world.
This weekend over one hundred funny, charming, gracious folks from at least four countries converged on the city of San Francisco for three (or more) days of socializing and drinking and carousing. People from the internet. Wherever we went, we were greeting with the tight-lipped smiles of restaurant and bar owners as we basically took over place after place. The lobby of the Hotel Vertigo brimmed with activity the entire weekend as friends new and old chatted and cracked wise. On Sunday the manager actually *thanked* us for making the hotel a mad house (I, along with everyone else in the room, assumed he was about to announce that we should shut the fuck up and stop making so much noise).
It was an epic weekend. When I woke up this morning I was sad not to have fifty others waiting downstairs, ready to take on a new adventure. After weeks of stress and anxiety, we actually pulled it off. I met over a hundred interesting new people. Nearly everyone personally thanked me. I had an amazing time.
Thank you all for making it an incredibly memorable weekend.
I haven’t stopped smiling once since Thursday. One of the best experiences of my life.
Internet, you’re pretty fucking great and I am proud to know you.
When riding the bus, safe under the invisibility cloak of my hoodie, breathing through my mouth as I fight back dry heaves induced by the stale stench of urine, staring wistfully out the window as an 80-year-old Asian man coughs on me, pretending not to notice as the homeless dude on the back end of a lifelong bender surreptitiously eyes me, I like to jam to this song and reflect on what an important and influential member of society I grew up to be.
“Man, I was thinking about unrequited love. I figure it’s best to just walk that shit off. Find someone else to be excited about. It’s like if you love ice cream but your ice cream man friend won’t give you any. Maybe he’s got a good reason. It cuts into profits. Who knows? But he likes you as a friend and wants to hang out anyway. It just drives you crazy to hang out with that dude, even if he’s being reasonable from his point of view. So don’t hang out with him. What, you ONLY like ice cream? It’s ice cream or nothing? Don’t be an asshole. Learn to love donuts.”—Joey Comeau