This Fish Needs A Bicycle

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“I’m gonna need fifteen more minutes. Can we meet at 7:45?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks. I just spent 20 minutes discovering I’m too fat for all my clothes.”
“Aw, honey. You should masturbate.”
“Uh, what?”
“I dunno. It sounds like a good idea. I mean, you can’t lose eight pounds in ten minutes, but you’d have a nice glow.”

I couldn’t really argue with her reasoning, but there wasn’t really time for that. By 7:03 Brian was calling wondering where I was. Now, I have no official stance on fashionable lateness, but I’m fairly certain three minutes after the party start time does not qualify. Hold yer horses, Bri.

An hour later, having opted for comfy (i.e. exactly what I’d worn to work that day), fellow blogging girlfriends and I arrived at Siberia where our host, et al were well into party mode. A bear hug from the Donkey and then Daniella had a drink in my hand before I had walked ten steps. I do so love my fellow bloggers. After meeting a bunch of new faces, getting reaquainted with some familiars, and sharing laughs over “brother fuckers” with the old, we were treated to a rather… ahem, ballsy story by a complete stranger. If that's not the perfect way to wrap up an evening, I don't know what is. And, I’m betting that the photos she took of the event will, as usual, be pretty great.

I know I’ve left out names and links. You may rebuke me in my comments. But the afternoon is wearing on, and I’ve got a coffee date to get to. More on that later.