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A scene from the slobmeet. That’s me in the back with the eyepatch.
Well, friends, what can I say? Prizes and applause and cheers were doled out at the 4th annual slobmeet; I received absolutely nothing. Not since Citizen Kane was snubbed at the 1941 academy awards has there been such a gross miscarriage of justice. Quite frankly, I’d punch David Vidmar in his sexy face if he weren’t so goddamn sexy. (Even though I’m not gay, I like to keep my options open.)
There were some disappointing no-shows, like Sgazetti and Marjorie and Mojca and plenty of other people I was hoping might come but who insisted they had to “stay home and wash their hair.” I also would have loved to finally meet people like the Crninator and post-op La Poulette. But that will have to wait for another time.
That said, I did finally meet quite a few people in-the-flesh whose blogs I know on-the-line, like Bojana, Borut, Baya, and Brian. I was also going to say hello to Ula, but her name doesn’t start with a “B” and that would’ve fucked up my whole evening.
Also: I can confirm Darko’s postulate that Slovenes are the best-looking people on earth. The proof? In any other country, a meeting of bloggers would look like something out of Barnum & Bailey’s. Only here does it not. (Present company excluded)
Links
–> A large gallery of pictures by the great Klemen
–> A select few by Mladina photographer/editor Borut
–> The complete guest list by master of ceremonies Domen
–> The awards and winners by sonnuvabitchin’ David
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Despite small namount of time I was there, you disclosed some *hot* secrets, shared some *personal* stories,and expressed *deepest* fears. Joke aside, it was awfully nice to meet you finally.
I was sorry to miss it. And a little bit afraid of your eyepatch. But my hair was really dirty.
Jeez, I’m missing out on a great party, apparently. I must get me a blog one of these days….
Bojana: I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I’m glad my secrets are safe with you. (Especially the whole “hamster/hospital” story I told you. I definitely don’t need that one getting out.)
sgazzetti: I like to think of my eyepatch as a “badge of honor.” Plus, it’s a great conversation starter.
For anyone curious, this is what I actually look like. (When I’m not wearing my ‘patch.)
Nice try, Michael. Any dumbass can see that’s Joey Tribbiani.
You should have… At least while I was resting on your shoulder (wonder who had such interesting a speach).. Hopefully next time?! And you can call me Bula, if necessary
And the lady in pink, with the boobies is…?
sgazzetti: That’s better than “a beardless Captain Riker” whom Mayhem said I resembled. (May he rot in hell for that.)
Ulala: Next time, definitely. I’ve already gotten a lot of questions about who you are from lusty would-be suitors. At the next slobmeet, I’m going to bring at least 10 random marriage proposals for you.
Alcessa: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you’ve definitely got my attention.
Michael: does that mean you didn’t click on sgazzetti’s link? (Or maybe you did and you a) don’t want to b) are not allowed to publicly admit it?)
Sorry, no lusty would-be suitors from me…
Ahh, the wonderful Adriana La Cerva! I don’t think she came, though. Maybe after I left.
Hey, I wasn’t washing my hair…I had a concert!! Better luck next time I hope.
I was one of the luckiest, presenting myself with a proper “B” at the occasion. It was only when Michael figured out I am really a “K”, he showed his real face and ordered his one-legged apprentice and a parrot to kick my ass. Still, I enjoyed the company.
Hey Michael, that’s Commander Riker
He he.. seriously, I hope you’re not really upset because of my remark
Cheers mate!
You’re right about Mr. Vidmar ands his sexiness, Michael. How can I tell? Sexy folks are always puckering up lasciviously!
That, or they’re in the “kissing up” pose their employers are so aware of through continual demonstration.
I’m not sure how it works at hotels in Slovenia, but here in the long-showers-in-the-morning-to-clean-off-the-detritus-of-the-previous-day’s-pact-with-the-devil good ol’ US of A, if one forgot to pack one’s shaving equipment, a call to the front desk will immediatley result in one’s obtention of a razor and a small can of shaving foam.
Based on the pix I saw of the conventoin, no such option existed for the men, as there was mcuh evidence of five o’clock shadow. Lack of such hotel amenities seems to be the explanation, unless it’s an unspoken rule that male inclusion in the Slovenian Brotherhood of the Blog is a certain level of swarthiness, as evidenced by patch-eyed Michael.
O.K.! O.K.! I admit it. I’m just jealous I wasn’t able to make the festivities, hair and all.
I have only one word for you…
MMMATTT DDAAAMONNNN!!!!
Thank you thank you I’ll be here all week.
Riker, that’s it!
Of course now that you’ve mentioned the hamster we must ask you about it. Do tell.
And a journalist from Mladina was there interviewing Domen about the Slovene blogosphere. Darn, we’re busted now.
meanwhile i poached on your turf! xaxaxaxaxa! I put the CNN Slovenia ad up, to make up for letting Shaina put up the BiH ads
well, blush? I’m not amused by that… I just think it would be really nice to actually talk to you.
Sorry I couldn’t make it, everyone knows that blogger get togethers are even wilder than Eurocrat parties. I wasn’t washing my hair mind you, just my new cleavage.