Well-there was no secret handshake involved nor was I hazed (can you tell I'm an ex-sorority girl??) but I somehow finagled my way into meeting a few local bloggers last night for drinks & didn't get kidnapped!
Let me set the stage:
Tuesday AM:
Tweet from Jenny in regards to #Htownbloggers followed
by a little researching to see what it was all about...
Tuesday PM:
Sporadic happy hour planned w/ strangers
No big deal.
Wednesday AM:
(Standing in my closet) What the hell will I wear?!
Wednesday Lunch:
(conversation b/t Beau & I)
Beau: "How will you know who they are? Do you have their numbers?"
Me: "I'll message them on twitter" (with a confident "DUH" demeanor)
Wednesday PM: Tweet from Megan
5pm hit and I was outta there (after I changed, combed my rat-tastic hair and touched up the face, of course). Girlfrand needed a drink! So I park, get out and make my way to the bar. I turned the corner and realized a few butterflies in my stomach and thought "Oh my gosh. What if these 'girls' aren't who they said they were? What if they're creepy old men pretending to be these cute lil' bloggers and they try to steal me?" Here I am going to meet complete strangers and this thought crosses my mind as I'm walking up...(Damnit, Stephanie. Get with it.)
Rest assured...that didn't stop me.
I mean, I had my cell phone in hand just in case a lil' 911 action needed to happen.
Anywho-I get to Yardhouse, turn to the left, wondered past a couple booths packed with creepy old business men (not gonna lie...for a second I thought to myself "Ummm should I just turn around now?") but once again, that didn't stop me. I walked to the next booth and there they were! Sure enough-sitting at a huge booth to the left! (Note to self: glad I told them what I was wearing so they would recognize me, too. How awkward would it be to walk up to a huge booth of girls and it NOT be the right ones??)
Let me set the stage:
Tuesday AM:
Tweet from Jenny in regards to #Htownbloggers followed
by a little researching to see what it was all about...
Tuesday PM:
Sporadic happy hour planned w/ strangers
No big deal.
Wednesday AM:
(Standing in my closet) What the hell will I wear?!
Wednesday Lunch:
(conversation b/t Beau & I)
Beau: "How will you know who they are? Do you have their numbers?"
Me: "I'll message them on twitter" (with a confident "DUH" demeanor)
Wednesday PM: Tweet from Megan
5pm hit and I was outta there (after I changed, combed my rat-tastic hair and touched up the face, of course). Girlfrand needed a drink! So I park, get out and make my way to the bar. I turned the corner and realized a few butterflies in my stomach and thought "Oh my gosh. What if these 'girls' aren't who they said they were? What if they're creepy old men pretending to be these cute lil' bloggers and they try to steal me?" Here I am going to meet complete strangers and this thought crosses my mind as I'm walking up...(Damnit, Stephanie. Get with it.)
Rest assured...that didn't stop me.
I mean, I had my cell phone in hand just in case a lil' 911 action needed to happen.
Anywho-I get to Yardhouse, turn to the left, wondered past a couple booths packed with creepy old business men (not gonna lie...for a second I thought to myself "Ummm should I just turn around now?") but once again, that didn't stop me. I walked to the next booth and there they were! Sure enough-sitting at a huge booth to the left! (Note to self: glad I told them what I was wearing so they would recognize me, too. How awkward would it be to walk up to a huge booth of girls and it NOT be the right ones??)
Without further adieu-here we is!
Apparently I was the booze hound of the group-no surprise there- but I had so much fun and am excited to get to know this great group of girls!
I still can't believe I am just now finding out about this gang...better late than never, right?!
I still can't believe I am just now finding out about this gang...better late than never, right?!