A Story About A Girl
Well well well. With all the anti social-ness that I try portray and further... one jumped the virtual barrier and the cocoon it offered...and met a fellow blogger. In the flesh. Yup.
It turns out its not that scary a proposition really.
She came for a visit to NYC (from a place she won’t mention for the last 5 years) and she made a promise that she wasn’t an axe yielding psycho before we met. But then again, bigger promises have been made and I had to tag along a friend (to be fair, he just happened to be there really and not for my safety...just clarifying...I took along a bottle of mace for my safety :)... I mean it could be a 60 year old fat fart looking for “fun” you know...its been known to happen.
So having survived all that, Aurora, we’re a fan. That girl is a bundle of fun, all spunk, wit and laughter rolled into one. She really is.
We met only for a few and had a couple of drinks, and wished it was more. The fun part was connecting all the dots that each others blogs have been about. The vicarious life made real...well almost. And getting drunk. She’s a great drunk.
It was fun.
Her brother was most amused and so was tag-a-long friend. Honestly, so was I.
Disclaimer :- The author would like to caution innocent young uns that “ a lot of nice things turn bad out there and that its still a bad world,”. So please be taking big brothers, bottle of mace or other weapons before meeting bloggers. It could be 60 year old fat farts looking for “fun”.
It turns out its not that scary a proposition really.
She came for a visit to NYC (from a place she won’t mention for the last 5 years) and she made a promise that she wasn’t an axe yielding psycho before we met. But then again, bigger promises have been made and I had to tag along a friend (to be fair, he just happened to be there really and not for my safety...just clarifying...I took along a bottle of mace for my safety :)... I mean it could be a 60 year old fat fart looking for “fun” you know...its been known to happen.
So having survived all that, Aurora, we’re a fan. That girl is a bundle of fun, all spunk, wit and laughter rolled into one. She really is.
We met only for a few and had a couple of drinks, and wished it was more. The fun part was connecting all the dots that each others blogs have been about. The vicarious life made real...well almost. And getting drunk. She’s a great drunk.
It was fun.
Her brother was most amused and so was tag-a-long friend. Honestly, so was I.
Disclaimer :- The author would like to caution innocent young uns that “ a lot of nice things turn bad out there and that its still a bad world,”. So please be taking big brothers, bottle of mace or other weapons before meeting bloggers. It could be 60 year old fat farts looking for “fun”.
Comments
@aurora: The mace bottle came back with me unopened... Your lucky day!..hehe...say hi to bro will you.
Oh and CD, no hi to Bhaiya. He is freaked out enough as it is! :P
Fact is, regardless of how tall or strong or sexy I am, if some massive jaat dude wants to rape me, there isn't too much I can do to stop him unarmed, especially if he has a few friends who want to do it too.
:P to you. :)
Sigh. I so do crack me up. Crown is mine.
....if you manage to decipher that you will realise its the wittiest response ever retaliated with.
Infact, I met one of my friends online a few years back and though I was pretty scared to meet him, it turned out really well..Though ofcourse I must admit, I was careless enough to nt take anything to hit back with in case some untoward turned up..but did call him at a familiar place. LOLz..Although, driving around the city at midnight on the first meeting wdnt be called exactly normal ..
hell! I've been silly.. But it ws tonsa fun! *smirks*
Uh..clarification not the 60yr old lady kinda "fun"!