Not a Plastic Bag

I’m just gonna get “TOTES” tattooed on my forehead.

Lots of it.

LOUD.

Because it is important that the carpet matches the drapes.

poeks:

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.

I’m very excited to announce that in addition to meeting me on Saturday, you will also be meeting my “special” new friend, the gigantic zit that magically appeared on my nose while at the gym today.

So, yeah, you have that to look forward to. I’m sure pumped about it!