My belated thanks to averyone who showed up at last night’s Blogger Bash at Donnellys Shamrock Pub. A fun time was had by all. I’m going to go out on a limb and say this was the best bash ever. Lots of good food and laughter. If you were a blogger and yoru ears were burning last night … yep, we were talking about you.
- Floyd of Central Illinois Gourmond.
- The lovely and talented Diane Vespa of Peoria Rocks!
- The ever anonymous PeoriaIllinoisan was there for the bulk of the evening, as was frequent commenter and former blogger Mahkno.
- C.J. of Peoria Chronicle.
- Brad Carter of Brad’s Bloviating Bantering Bodacious Blog and his lovely and talented wife.
- The lovely and talented Laura of Eyebrows McGhee, who left Mr. Eyebrows at home to play video games.
- Chef Kevin of Chef Kevin’s Culinary Rant & Raves , whom I now declare to be officially responsible for ALL Blogger Bash site decisions from now on.
- Cory of Morton Malaise, who thinks I’m wound too tight. I AM NOT!!! @!*&
- The lovely and talented Kate from Notes from the Trailerhood.
- The lovely and talented Mrs. PH of Pointlessly Hypertechnical. She forgot to wear her Catwoman outfit, which was a shame because I was going to show her my Batman Underoos.
- The lovely and talented Angie Walker of Angie’s Drama and her lovely and talented hubby Rob.
- The lovely and talented Elaine Hopkins of Peoria Story was there to discuss her problems with the legal system. It’s my hope that she gets a favorable court ruling and doesn’t end up having to go to jail.
No doubt I am forgetting somebody, and I apologize in advance and grovel for forgiveness.
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No, no, I left him home to nap and stuff. And he made me spaghetti squash while I was at the bash, so it actually worked out REALLY well! And as noted, that was a superfun bash!
Leaving me to pick the place would never find us at a chain restaurant, which might not suit everyone. Though Donnelly’s is one of my favorites, I’m inclined to say that the separate room allowed us a little privacy which afforded us to get a bit loud and that was 1/2 the fun of it.
Bill, in your eyes, what would it take for a female NOT to be “lovely and talented”?
I agree- best bash ever. It was a blast.
The private room was definitely a perk. And Bill, you are TOO wound too tight!
Bill –
Not so much forgot as . . . reserved for special occasions. I will wear my catwoman suit when everyone else wears their superhero secret identity costumes. Sort of a “you show me yours, I’ll show you mine” thing.
I believe Eyebrows promised a Halloween blogger bash at her place this year!
Are you saying Blogger Bash’s aer NOT special occasions?
No, no, I shall have an outdoor blogger potluck when it cools off a little (and I can find a week that isn’t berserk). The Hallowe’en party is MUCH huger than a blogger bash.
But I expect a large blogger turnout and clever costumes from the blogger contingent!
EM,
I’ve already chosen a Halloween get-up for this year’s party at La Casa Del Duzor, but I fear an Atlanta Falcons jersey and a stuffed dog with a shock collar may be a BIT inappropriate for certain company. Ruling??
I suppose it depends on who has access to the on/off button, Cory.
I’m going to wear my English medieval knight’s armor just in case I end up sitting between CJ & Elaine
“I fear an Atlanta Falcons jersey and a stuffed dog with a shock collar may be a BIT inappropriate for certain company.”
Up to you! Just keep in mind it’s a family event and decide how many 8-year-olds you want to explain your costume to. And how many of their parents!
I’m super-psyched to do it again this year after last year off. The invite list is like four times the size of two years ago, because we hadn’t been here long then.
Those of us from outside the semi- beltway(I-474) had a good time as well
I do believe Morton would be considered outside the beltway. Barely.
I don’t think explaining an animal cruelty joke to an eight-year-old is any parent’s idea of fun (or good), so I’ll take that as a no.
I guess I’ll just be a college dropout this year. AGAIN.