You Blockhead

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There are plenty of other reviews and summaries of the events last night. Many of them with pictures! A couple of shots from the ol’ tequila bottle and we were off to the races. I got to meet quite a few folks, like Glen Dean, RUABelle, Ginger, saraclark and Kate O. It is always good to get to know the other folks in the community. What I didn’t bargain on was being asked, “Why are you such a jerk?”, upon entering the Mothership. Oddly enough, that was pretty much the welcome waiting for me when I got back home, too. Anticipating the cold front over my connubial bed kept me out of jag’s bottle of Beam. Turns out, that greeting came to pass because I had pissed off Aunt B about something that she took way out of context. If this weren’t the 465th time this had happened, I probably would be more concerned. As usual, I will have to eat a bowl of shit and all will be right both at home and abroad.

Regrettably, I didn’t get to really meet some of the other bloggers. I saw Muffy Wong and B-dub during the evening, but never got a good chance to say hello. Unless, I’ve already met them and forgot. I’m beginning to think I have a medical condition called prosopagnosia. A few weeks ago, I met Busy Mom for the second time. Well, the second time for her. First time for me. Again. This has happened on a few occasions. It happened with Rex L. Camino last night. I looked right at him, he looked at me dead in the eye. My brain is telling me I know that guy from somewhere. Finally, I had to ask someone. I forget who. I thought I saw Bill Hobbs coming in the door, but fuck me running, it could have been anyone.

This same thing happened at a college alumni golf tournament I played in a couple of years ago. I walked into a room full of people I had known for years and didn’t recognize a soul. How they recognized me with the Green Arrow mustache beard combo and the extra forty pounds remains a mystery. After I had redeployed to the bar to try to figure out what was going on, one of the strangers came up to me and re-introduced himself as someone I had known since Reagan was in office.

This afternoon, we are going to Mrs. Sarcastro’s company Christmas party. Very few of her coworkers I actually know and should be able to remember who they are.

In the meantime, enjoy this version of Charlie Brown Christmas as performed by the cast of Scrubs.

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10 Responses to “You Blockhead”

  1. Kate O' Says:

    I’m still all a-twitter over meeting you in person. Next time I want to do a round of tequila shots together. And maybe we can take a few puffs on Rex’s pipe after that.

  2. john h Says:

    I thought that the Bill Hobb’s apparitional appearance was a figment of Ivy’s evolving drunkeneness…The picture of you and ‘B’ on some blog somewhere I looked at this morning is..choice..that’s the word.

  3. Ginger Says:

    I was so excited to meet the Sarcastro in person! I’m in awe.

  4. Rex L. Camino Says:

    A look dead in the eye is usually followed by an ass whoopin. That is, unless I think you can take me. Then it’s not.

  5. Holiday Grinch Says:

    It was great to see you again.

  6. Sarcastro Says:

    Dammit Grinch, like I don’t feel bad enough about forgetting to list you as one of the people I met the other night.Now, you are cracking wise with my ‘Memento’ problem.Well played.

  7. john h Says:

    Hey Ginger – A second meeting will be required.

  8. Kerry Woo Says:

    I look forward to meeting you again now that you were deported from West Nashville to a far away zip code. Thanks for not hitting on my wife…. although she was amused by you and Sista!

  9. saraclark Says:

    I should have introduced myself before calling you a bastard. I’m just so used to the perfectly inserted smart ass comment that I was trying to get ahead. Nice to meet you.

  10. Sarcastro Says:

    I would have been totally fine with "Hi, I’m saraclark. You are a total bastard."Instead, I wound up thinking, "Jesus. Total strangers are now coming up to me and calling me a bastard. This blog thing is really taking off!"

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