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.)