How excitement.
Darp has just posted the definitive guide to this Friday night called All you need to know for Grogblogging. Though I must admit, the odds of me turning up to Grogblogging on time are slim to none. It’s nothng personal, it’s just a genetic problem I have when it comes to being anywhere on time. On the upside, I will certainly try my darndest.
So it looks like at least Darp and I will be going. Surprisingly I was never really confirmed until earlier this week - ha! I almost chickened myself into planning a sickie on the night, but then Ms Fits called me a pussy and insulted my sense of pride so I’ve decided I’m definitely going. Although I’m still a bit freaked out.
Patrick will be wearing a silver g-string and nothing else, and hopefully a few interstate bloggers will also be turning up. Agent Fare Evader, Ms Fits - I’m looking at you.
I know a few of you out there are a little apprehensive about the whole thing, and I don’t blame you. No matter how awesome and busty you are, no matter how impressively you can down a pint of beer in one gulp, it’s a little scary stepping out from behind the protection of your monitor.
But let’s think of it this way - we’re not nerds, damn it. We blog - and read blogs - because we’re anti-mainstream-media-establishmentarians or something. Which makes it cool. Plus we are all dead sexy mentally, so it’s bound to be a bonding occasion regardless of physical appearances. Finally, c’mon, do it, c’mon, please please come along! After all, it’s not as though we’re organising an RSVP.com swingers party*! There’s nothing to be frightened of!
But Darp and I have been thinking - once we get bloggers to the bar, what next? Should we have competitions? Should we hand out awards? Should we dance a jig, Ashlee Simpson style? Please, any advice would be much appreciated.
*Ooops. Just got an email from Darp. Turns out that’s EXACTLY what we’re organising. Get there and get naked!
Posted by Jess at November 17, 2004 12:47 PMAfter reding the e-mail you sent me this seems impossible. What do you think of my “donation” idea?
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have decided to go to. i think. well, almost decided. and happy to get naked and get my swing on. but for fuck’s sake no awards please.
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Well, they wouldn’t be sincere awards. I’m never sincere. But I take on board your suggestion. It seems a pity to give up the Most Likely To Have Herpes award, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles.
Do come along! I’ve almost managed to convince Patrick to turn up (isn’t that right, champy?) and may even bring ex-housemates for support.
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I am a busy man.
Really, it’s all quite a hassle for me and there’s this whole thing about remaining elusive and keeping my incredible air of mystery.
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Have a good one bloggers. Someone gaff a tape recorder to themselves and take some photos.
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I’m afraid I refuse to “do” film. But I will endeavour to get shots of other people!
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So what’s the story with these rumours about chlorofoaming Ms Fits and flying her up?
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There are rumblings she might fly up and join us voluntarily but there are other rumours that she’ll be in London as of tomorrow morning recording her own version of “Tonight thank God it’s them instead of yoooooou”
It’s hard to know who to believe.
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Ok, I was going to come along. Not join the festivities, but sit in a corner and phone blog an account of the shenanigans for those who couldn’t make it. But now that I learn that you aren’t nerds and are “dead sexy intellectually”, well, that’s a different crop of weed. I find looking in the mirror socially akward enough, let alone trying to find courage to hang out with dead, sexy intellectuals at The Clock.
Besides, I am not sure whether the lifetime ban I received from The Clock’s management in 2000 has run out yet ;)
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Well, actually I referred to being “dead sexy mentally”. And “mental” and “intellectual” are a different kettle of fish.
So we’ll all be really hot, but dribbling. Or something.
The ban’s run out! Go on!
Last time I was at The Clock, some absolutely MENTAL Brit bloke (who was smashed to the eyeballs) was prancing around banging lights, throwing pool cues and pulling his pants up around his underarms.
Management appeared to smile at him warmly. Hence I presume their standards are sufficiently low enough for all of us to be allowed in.
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Ah yes, my bad. I have a religious conviction which states that I can only read a thing once. Second glances are strictly prohibited, even for research purposes. This conviction has enabled me to have a more personal interpretation of The Bible, The Koran, Buddha’s Sutras and Ausculture. My favourite section is the story of the meditating Prohphet, Guy Sebastian, being crucified for his sings.
As for The Clock, it was precisely because I WASN’T throwing pool cues from the ceiling that I got kicked out. Plus there was the comment I made about the decor looking like it was designed by a straight man trying to make it look like it was designed by a gay woman. Oh, and I accidentally let it slip that I didn’t grow up in the Eastern Suburbs.
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I have to admit, I’m fairly hideously uncool by Clock standards as well. Fairly hideously uncool by any standards. Which makes me cool, see?
Where are you going? COME BACK!
PS: I want your version of The Bible and I want it NOW!
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So…these RSVP.com swing parties…they are a regular thing?
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So Jess, Are you going to shack me up for the night?
As much as I adore bringing home stray young men for “good times”, I’m afraid I will have to regretfully pass on the idea of serving as a hotel - not because of you personally, bless, but because with three housemates (and the fact they’re having heaps of people over on Friday night) the place will be utterly full.
I do think perhaps your donation idea might work. Possibly. If everyone there donated thirty cents, you might be able to get a room!*
*possibly at a youth hostel. Or near the McCafferty’s bus terminal at Central. Comfy!
We should be able to get enough money if we get a dollar or two off everyone, or I could be the person who gets the drinks no matter whos shout it is and just “forget” to give people their change or charge them a “stumbling to the bar” fee.