nocturnal missions
When bloggers unite for the singular purpose of having a really great time, there’s a few givens you can count on. It’s pretty much a guarantee that at least one bottle of wine will be involved, at least until we find the restaurant that will bring a whole box of wine out to the table for us. There’s also better-than-even odds that mac ‘n cheese will be consumed. In fact, if you can’t split up a bowl of mac ‘n cheese as an appetizer then the night almost doesn’t count.
You can also usually bank on reaching Class 5 Innuendo before the night is over, although how long it takes your group of bloggers to reach that stage depends on what they’re drinking.
But beyond that, it’s anybody’s guess what will happen. Given the amazingly creative and hysterically funny people involved, there’s no telling what they might do.
They might give each other tattoos, for example.
Or they might stand around in the street, regarding a recently deceased rodent with a mixture of curiosity and regret.
Sometimes they might briefly exceed the speed of light.
They might use chopsticks to smoke (for sanitary reasons, there’s no telling who might have touched that cigarette).
One of them might even prove her status as a minor deity by briefly bursting into sun-like radiance in order to birth a fully grown dragon from her forehead.
Of course, they might also simply look really cute.
But whatever it is you decide to do, I can guarantee that if you go out with the (Mostly) Herpes-Free Gang of Shari and Sibyl and Jenny and Brandon and Asia, and drag them through bars in the Pearl and downtown Portland, riotously good times will follow, even if nobody actually loses bladder control. You will also have more chopsticks than you know what to do with. It’s the most fun you can have with your legs crossed!
(More pictures of everyone on my Flickr [heh].)
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