Seriously, I think it was the smoke, and Chuck took forever to take the picture, but it looks like I’m gonna cry. And really, I didn’t cry once, not the whole night. I coughed quite a bit, and laughed a lot (them Canadians, James, Brent, and Brent, are fun to hang out with).
And apparently, I’m one of two monsters of blog …. The picture was taken by George, and the guy standing next to me is Chuck Olsen, who’s making a blogumentary. Oh, and we were all at Break Bread With Brad, which was great. I met a bunch of bloggers I’ve been reading for years, some I’ve heard of, and others who were all new to me. Everyone was super-swell, and I had a great time.
After breaking bread (which I didn’t… I don’t think I ever sat down for more than five minutes), we all went to Polly Esther’s for Karaoke. Watching Smokler cover U2 will be burned into my retinas and eardrums for days.
Big thanks to Michael and Ari for introducing me to folks, and for being great ambassadors for their city. You guys rule.
Oh, and just so Jen doesn’t worry, I did eat dinner. I got two pieces of pizza at Onion on 5th Street at 11:30 as I walked back to the hotel.