June 20th NYC Metblog Meetup Pics!
Just got back from the NYC Metroblogging Beer Garden Extravaganza and I am happy to report that Art Lowe does indeed exist! However, since Michael Orell was not present there is still some weight to the theory that they might secretly be the same person. Hmmm….
Expect to see more pics from the rest of the crew soon, but here’s the best from my batch.
I can’t remember what Anna was saying here, but I bet it had something to do with either blowjobs, Showgirls, or the Holocaust. Either way, it was hysterical.
I have no idea what is going on here. I think Anna and I are plotting doing something very, very evil to Michael.
Here’s Melissa, Chris and Art looking at photos Melissa took on her camera
It’s better when they put down the camera and get to posing
I should really take my own advice.
Here we’re even more meta as we see Lisa checking out another pic of the whole group she took.
Here’s Anna and I with the crazy bamboo in the background, all Children of the Corn style.
Most of us were Drinking the Kindl Berliner Weisse with either the Raspberry or Woodruff (green) syrup. Here’s a nice shot of four colored beers accentuated by Melissa’s breasts. Come on, you know you want to see that!
Yes, things got a bit dirty. Melissa revealed her secret weapon for kicking the asses of people who harass her on the street. Of course Chris’s crotch is a huge part of every meet-up, so it was only fitting that she demonstrate on him
John-Boy had a super secret geek pen that caught everyone’s attention.
Anna was hard pressed to figure out what it did, but she was willing to go under the table to find out
But it turns out that it writes in invisible ink and then you can see it with the blacklight on the pen. (Thanks John-Boy for the shameless URL plug!)
And last but not least, it was revealed that when you type the letters CO on my Treo it tries to autocomplete with the word “COCKPUNCH” Not that cockpunch is a regular part of my vocabulary or anything…
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Pissed I couldn’t make it. Art, loved the voicemail. I transcribed it, framed it and hung it in my living room.
god, the cockpunch thing just kills me.
*so* much funnier than the holocaust!! :)
I’m going to have to find a way to include cockpunch into my conversation, as it appears to be a common sentiment. Fine time had…glad to have been part of it.
Glad you liked it, Michael — though, I kinda want proof that it has actually been transcribed, framed, and hung in your living room. And, before your thoughts turn to sex: a photograph will suffice.