Damn Hell Ass Kiddie Party

With a vengeance that would make John Rambo jealous, Sid and I crash a Kiddie Party on the Upper East Side. We didn’t plan to take on the kiddies. It just happened. And, how does something like that “just happen” you might ask? Well, it starts like this …

Sid is my cyber twin. I’ve been reading her blog for quite a while now. She’s funny. Really funny. And, it seems that we have a lot in common. So, for a few weeks now, we’ve been planning to meet. We settle on Tuesday. I show up early, and I’m quite surprised to discover: Kids. Everywhere. Short kids. Tall kids. Skinny kids. Fat kids. Loud kids. And, I mean really loud kids. Actually, now that I think about it, all of those kids are loud. It seems that the meeting place that we’ve picked out is having a Kiddie Birthday Party, and we’ve unknowingly crashed it.

Sid shows up and we snag a table a few feet away from the Kiddie Party. Almost instantly, I know that I like her. She’s the kind of person that everyone should meet at least once in their lifetime: warm, welcoming, and reserved all at the same time. We drink red wine. We laugh. We share stories about bloggers, men, jobs, boys, Chicago, more men, Indian food on Devon Street, more boys, London, and other juicy [but secret] tales. The kids eventually leave the building. (No matter what anyone says, we neither threatened nor tortured them; they left in and of their own volition.) Sid and I leave as well. Before parting, we tell each other that we should make plans to hang out again soon. And, I really hope that we do.

Fabulous BloggerChick Meeting Count: 2 out of 2.


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AWE March 2, 2006 at 11:49 am

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AWE March 2, 2006 at 11:50 am

One of these days I am going to break down and meet a blogger.

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Sid March 2, 2006 at 3:17 pm

It was great fun to meet you! Good times, man. And no children were harmed in the making! I mean, at least I don’t think any of them overheard the “naked on internets” conversation, they were yelling way too loudly for that, ha. Ahem.

Next time, though, let’s crash a bachelor party, though. The children at those are taller, and legal.

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Kristin March 3, 2006 at 2:20 am

Uh, we don’t know where you live, awe. Come to NYC!

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stolie March 3, 2006 at 7:57 am

awe: Try it; you might like. I’ve done it twice; I met Nics in Belfast and Sid here in New York. The 2 occasions and the 2 bloggers: absolutely fabulous!! :)

sid: Yeah, I don’t think they heard the nekkid on the internets stuff either. :) But, after the kids left, it seems EVERYONE heard the “geriatric sexing” comment. (NOTE TO SELF: Must. Use. Inside Voice. More. Often) … And, heeeeey, I *LOVE* your idea of crashing a bachelor party!!!! :)

Kristin: Good point. All of the nice bloggers in the world should visit New York!! :-)

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