You are all a special part of my universe and I wish you all could have been there (now possible by photoshopping yourself into the pic below.) I do plan on trying to meet more of you over the course of time. In the case of Pistols at Dawn it doesn't seem likely that I can avoid him much longer. So even though I once aspired to be the J.D. Salinger of the blogosphere, perhaps I will become the Scott Fitzgerald instead!
Most of the events of the evening have already been recounted. The one point I must emphasize is a culinary one. If you ever find yourself in the Lincoln Square neighborhood of Chicago stop by Feed the Beast and get the macaroni and cheese. It is inspired and transcendent. Seriously.
But what everyone seems to want is the dirt. So here it is:
Johnny Yen: He wears an original Spiro Agnew watch. And possibly women's underwear, but that is based purely my own speculation.
Bubs: He knows the truth about black helicopters and is an avid runner. He also gave me some great tips on where and how to download porn in public.
The Idea of Progress: You know that guy whose neighbors end up on the evening news describing as a quiet guy who keeps to himself? The Idea of Progress would give an excellent interview as one of those neighbors.
Grant Miller of Grant Miller Media: I shook Grant's hand and the first thing that crossed my mind was, "Those are the softest hands I have ever felt on a man." Grant carries himself with all the ease of a hooker in a V.D. clinic. (Which I will leave up to your own poetic interpretation.)
Other secrets revealed: Pezda is not a woman. I am not sure where this idea came from, but he ain't. To be fair I have never given him the old Bob's-your-uncle (though I have seen him in uncomfortably advanced stages of undress,) so it is possible that he is just the ugliest chick I have ever met.
I also had to explain who Red is since she has started popping up on all of your blogs now. She claims not to read my blog anymore, but I think she still sneaks a peek every now and then. (Sure you don't want to comment on that post I linked to, Red?)
I am also proud to say the event inspired a new (evil) generation of bloggers. Do you want to be inspired too? Be sure to get your own clever t-shirt commemorating the event at the Rock and Roll Astronaut Store (near the bottom of the page.)
And of course, I flirted with the waitress.