Last night I went to a huge blogger orgy. It was a birthday party for six Taurean bloggers, one of them being Ariel who had invited me. Most of the attendees were bloggers as well. I did not know ANY of them in person until this week. Everybody wore name tags that said “Hi, my name is http://www.[theirurl].com.” No, actually, we didn’t but I think that would have been a nice touch.
My head is still buzzing from all the fun people I met. They are, roughly in order of appearance: Willo, who I recognized from flashgoddess.com; Gretchen Pirillo, as in Chris Pirillo, whose white bare chest I saw; Jake, who was visiting from Iowa; Ariel, who is more of a whirlwind than I ever imagined; Tantek, with whom I instantly started a Brittney fan club; DJ Amber, whom Starrie and I had seen spin recently and who had rocked our worlds; Min Jung, who looked like a rockstar; Jish, who memorized the URL to my blog and I think will visit today to see if I posted any of those incriminating pictures; Geno, whose birthday is one day before mine and who turned me on to his boyfriend’s delicious Sangria; Devin, who is practically my neighbor and who made the Sangria; Philo, who gets his own paragraph below; Leblanc, who I had been wanting to meet for a while; Jason, who is totally generous and generally awesome (see below); Ernie, who is REALLY fun to watch when he’s dancing, better than Cameron Diaz’ underwear scene in Charlie’s Angels. I talked to some other people not listed here but didn’t catch their URL’s or if they even have one. I also briefly interfaced with Leila and Ev although we didn’t officially meet and shake hands.
The party was at Min Jung’s house. She lives in a huge house in the Oakland hills with a patio. I spent a great deal of time on the patio, hooping with Ariel, Leblanc, Jason, Philo and a few rotating others. It was more fun than words can describe. Once you start, you can’t stop. Jason had brought in a whole bunch of home-made hoops, and sometimes there were up to five of us hooping at a time. Since these hoops are so big in diameter, they don’t fall down as often as the useless neon hula hoops we had as kids. I was really proud when after about an hour and a half I learned how to wiggle my butt in just the right way to keep the hoop from falling when it started winding down towards my thighs.
Philo and I showed a particularly strong level of enthusiasm (what else would you call it when two people will not stop talking about starting a San Francisco hooping club?), so Jason gave us each our own hoop to keep and take home! There now is a big black-with-orange hoop leaning against the couch in my living-room! Once again, thank you so much, Jason. But yeah, so Philo and I are starting a San Francisco hooping club. Maybe this is just a drunken fantasy, but I think it has some real potential. We need to spread the love and energy that is hooping, just like Ariel has been doing for some time. Today at 1pm in Dolores Park is our first convening of the SF hooping club, and Ariel will join us before she drives back down to LA.
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