People said this stuff at last night’s Northern Voice party:

• I’m really disappointed that there’s no asiago cheese; smoked gouda just doesn’t do it for me
• My husband keeps asking when I’m going to sleep with you
• I had to take the bus here and I’m a little traumatized
• I’m Chris, with a CH
• I cant believe it – she’s not on Facebook
• She couldn’t believe it was my 182nd birthday!
• How does it open? Do you spread it?
• People DIE! That’s the next big industry!
• *OH*, *YES*
• Say something normal!
• STDs: DAMN!
• What was the name of that movie? Is it on Itunes?
• I have a US credit card, so I’m good
• and then I stared at her chest
• If my girlfriend ever had an affair with someone who wrote a sentence that boring, I’d shit twice and die
• He had a picture of his balls on his Facebook profile! I was like, I KNOW THOSE BALLS!

Other things:

My EEE PC (that is a pain in the ass to type and say; from here on out it shall be known as the SqueePC) was a total hit – I had many people coming up to me and asking about my tiny, tiny laptop. I already carry it everywhere, but now I’m going to come up with reasons to always have it out and in use – I’m far too shy to ever go up to someone and say hi; the SqueePC seems to have the power to bring people to ME and force me to talk to them so this is good.

I had a really good time, and it solidified my resolve to somehow get into Saturday’s conference NO MATTER WHAT (dun dun dun). Luckily, my resolve needn’t been as ominous as the power chords sound – I was told by an organizer to give him a call when I arrive and he’ll get me in; or if I wanted to go the honest route, I might be able to take the place of someone who decided not to go.

True to my nature as an introverted extrovert, I spent the first couple hours last night hiding in the corner. However (and this was some savvy planning on someone’s part, I’m sure), it is very difficult to hide in a corner in a circular room. Once again, I found myself slowly coming out of my Shell o’ Fear and actually making conversation with people around me. By the time I had to leave, I had signed up to read aloud one of my posts to the gathered masses – un/fortunately, Ed came by to pick me up before my turn came up so my words remain in my head. It’s just too bad I couldn’t have arranged to talk about video games while wearing a corset – they would have had to drag me off the stage then. It’s a constant source of disgust for me that I am only ever really comfortable with other people when a) I can talk about video games, or b) my boobs are trussed up and on display.

The dinner was quite good – there were four types of meat served (why this is of import to me I will never know – you should have heard me squealing when Reilly once ordered a burger that came with THREE KINDS OF MEAT). I discovered that as much as I truly love bacon and the lifestyle that it implies, I really do not like the rest of the pig so much – a spit-roasted pig was served (thankfully pre-chopped; I don’t think I could have handled seeing an actual pig rotating on a stick) and it was not to my taste at all. Bacon (and sausage) is super; you can have the rest of it.

Also, I seem to have wrangled myself an invitation to a hedonistic sex resort. Sweet!

The pasta sauce was labeled as spicy, but I really found it more musty.

Meeting people is still terrifying, but look at me do it anyway!