a few weekends ago, the husband and i met up with a fellow blobber in charlotte, said blobber has a friend in town so we thought it’d be a good opportunity to meet face to face. this is his version of the story.
not only did i get to meet corey, the blobber but there were BONUS people too. his lady, and two of his friends from high school. those bonus people were very awesome.
back when the internet consisted of AOL chat rooms, meeting someone from the internet was not always a good idea unless you were just looking to hook up. (by hook up, i mean attach yourself to a velcro wall in a velcro suit.)
the social media really has opened up a whole new way to make new friends, find old ones, and basically keep up with each other. personally, i think it’s awesome that i can keep in touch with people that i have not seen or talked to in years.
holy crap, i just got on a tangent. this story isn’t about tangents for the love of god. IT’S ABOUT MEETING ANOTHER BLOBBER!
i was instantly drawn into his blob world, due to his ability to put the needle on the record ya’ll. he can spin words together that’ll make you want to drop down on your knees and….. drop down on your knees and…. hmm i forgot what i was saying. oh! drop down on your knees and pray!
yes, PRAY. or cry, or laugh so hard you pee your pants.
the praying comes in b/c you’ll be glad you didn’t have to be him as a wee lad b/c it sounds like he was living in hell.
the husband and i met this fine corey entourage in an area of charlotte called “NODA” for north davidson, it’s a trendy type of area, with gallery crawls and nifty hippie stuff. i love the hippie stuff.
we had such a good time, my stomach hurt from the laughing. there was laughing, and a lot of it. truth be told, the husband and i could barely keep up with the banter of funny, whimsical, and sarcasm that these folks seem to just put out like an eye blink.
OH! i almost forgot to mention that we brought darren along with us. i texted corey to let him know darren would be coming. i’m not sure if it was a coincidence but there was an extra seat for darren when we arrived.
after the husband and i sat our butts down, the waitress came to get our drink orders. little did i know at that time how dangerously close darren was to getting injured.
as our waitress walked back to the table she dropped her tray of drinks and liquids and they went everywhere. corey noticed with his keen eye, that the waitress managed to save the beer but dropped everything else.
we all held our laughter until we confirmed she wasn’t going to die. on her next trip over to us, she slipped in said liquids and dropped again. this time, darren almost drowned in the liquids that were spewing through the air. i picked him up and dried him off, and he doesn’t even remember it now. i asked a few days ago, that’s how i know that.
corey mentioned that things like that happen wherever he goes. (personally, i think he’s practiced in some sort of alien mind control to cause bizarre happenings.)
after the first waitress incident there was another incident involving another waitress. she was picking up our extra chair at a table near us and got the chair caught in the ceiling fan. dust flew for miles, and it was good thing we were done b/c it went all over the food.
in case you were wondering, corey is just as funny in person as he is on his blob, he’s got an awesome entourage, and it was well worth the drive into “the big city” and the sore laughing muscles.
p.s. it was decided today via facebook , that if i die corey gets to take over the daily piglet. (he may or may not stab you.)
June 29, 2009 at 9:41 am |
I have to start only reading your blob at home because I have sore laughing muscles now. It’s a good thing no one else is ever in my office. I would be at 2-North by now (that is a place where they stab you daily).
June 29, 2009 at 11:44 am |
You forgot to tell them about: GAWD-ZIRRAH!!!!!
When you die, most likely in a Darren-related accident involving boweevels and Sangria, I will personally assess whether or not stabbings will occur. As promised, I will rename this blog: Postmortem Piglet: Oinks from Beyond.
For the record, I am not an alien, my great grandparents came here legally.
June 29, 2009 at 1:14 pm |
It is strange how people attract things like that. My dad has used a fire extinguisher that he keeps in his truck in the teen amount of times now. How is it possible to see that may fires on the side of the road, let alone always be the first guy there?
June 29, 2009 at 1:33 pm |
That was hysterical! What a great story…I would LOVE to meet some blobbers IRL. Maybe someday, I’ll be able to travel the country and raise havoc with you all! Oh…and so you know…glass tends to break when I’m around.
And I’m on FB – look for the tiggerlane!
June 29, 2009 at 6:42 pm |
OMG Piglet, that sounded like so much fun. You paint a good pitcher. Video would have been great, but too much (I think) for us.
Anxious to hear what Scott has to say about all this merriment. I’m sure he’s out busy celebrating.
June 29, 2009 at 11:38 pm |
Oh, I think that Darren carries with him an alternate universe. That waitress didn’t really slip, she was confused because you are all shape shifters. It caused the beverage gods to send their spirits flying.
The Lord of Circling Chairs was present. He was obviously not pleased with the events.
It is a real relief to know you will have a replacement upon expiration. But is Corey as gay friendly as thee? Say it’s so.
June 30, 2009 at 12:10 am |
lisa, i lurve your comments and you must never go to an area where you can get stabbed b/c the world needs you girl.
wpofd, wahh i am blanking about gawd-zirrah. i have received one complaint about the name and tag of the new blog in the event of my demise. but, ya’ll will have to fight it out when i’m gone
mr. snow, your dad sounds like a very interesting character. have you had him tested for an arsonist? i tend to attract the police, or show up where they are, etc. i’d rather it not be like that b/c it will be a problem if i ever try to rob a bank.
tiggerlane, i will look you up on fb. maybe we should go to the big blogger convention thing that all the mommy bloggers go to some time.
one wink, one day that’ll be you and me. i refuse to give up, and at least you know i’m not a stabber
scott, you may be correct about darren, which increases his value even more. i’ve heard of that lord of circling chairs, didn’t even think of it at the time
corey is indeed gay friendly or i probably couldn’t be friends with him. although, i do have some friends that are not supporters of gay marriage but i’m hoping to rub off on them eventually.
June 30, 2009 at 8:36 am |
Blobbers are the best people ever. We should band together and take over the world.
July 1, 2009 at 2:12 pm |
I don’t think he is an arsonist, however after Christmas one year he took some of the old Christmas tree in lit it on fire outside to show how fast and hot it burned.
So he has been known to play with fire.
July 1, 2009 at 4:46 pm |
For reallies, piggy, how does one “get tested” for arsonist? Is that like getting tested for republicanismness or cheapskatedity?